In conversation with a friend today he was recommending a movie that I should watch. It was necessary to remind him that I don't watch movies. This failure was a bit contentious in my relationship with Joanne. A few times a year I would, reluctantly sometimes, attend a movie with Joanne. She finally got to the point that she'd just attend movies with friends rather than wait for me.
It wasn't until I read Susan Cain's Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking, that I understood my reluctance to go to movies. Cain argues that dramatic movies are too intense for many introverts. It was an "aha" moment for me. A memory comes to mind. Many years ago when I was living in North Dakota I took a group of high school students to see The Poseidon Adventure. It's a movie about people trapped in a ship that has capsized. It traumatized me and my situation was not helped by it being Sunday afternoon when I was in adrenaline deficit from the morning's activities. Introverts have sensitivities that often make dramatizations too hard to bear.
Isabel Wilkerson's book Caste: The Origins Of Our Discontent, which I'm about three fourths through, has many horrific stories illustrating the inhumanity people have experienced. Reading of these events I cringe but I can't imagine watching the scenes described on the screen. It would be far more than I could handle. (I highly recommend the book and will say more about it when I've finished it.)
This pedicallo of mine may also explain why I've never learned to watch TV. Perhaps I'm just a control freak liking the control that reading gives me. Well, that's my story and I'm sticking with it.
Takk for alt
Al
PS Thanks for all the remembrances today! 😀
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