On any given day, I really don’t mind being single. My previous post can attest to that.
But not today.
Because today, this movie is showing in theaters.
And for some reason— and believe me when I say that this rarely happens— I cannot find anyone to watch it with.
Context: I AM A HUGE FAN OF THE HUNGER GAMES. So huge that I don’t think I can wait until the weekend to see it. So when none of my friends who have read the book are free to watch it with me tonight, I resolved to watch it alone. Which is fine by me, really. I’ve watched movies alone several times. No biggie.
But then someone tweeted a few hours ago that after a century of filmmaking, The Hunger Games has finally mastered the ultimate date film.
And so I thought: Wow, my favorite book has just become the ultimate date film! And suddenly, watching it alone doesn’t sound like a good idea anymore.
So only for today— and forgive me if you think this reason is too shallow—I loathe being single. I loathe being, well,”hungry” for a companion every single time I want to do something and find no one to do it with.
And so inspired by the feistiness of Katniss, I resolve to change that once and for all.
And with this resolve, I tell myself: Let the hunger games begin.
Let the real hunger games begin.