Oh, movie theaters. You can adore them, or you can despise them. I personally cannot seem to understand the reasoning behind wasting your time driving somewhere just to view a movie that will soon become available on demand or DVD...wait, hold on...2009 already happened, no one wants to spend time using any DVDs anymore. Anyway, movie theaters just bring out each and every awkward quality between my family and me. For example, my family arrives late to everything. Have you ever seen that weird, awkward family that walks back and forth through the movie theater pushing, prodding, squeezing themselves in-between every, single, solitary person to find seats? My family does all of that, and then some! Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a movie with my hectic life and all. Sometimes I feel like I’m living inside Mean Girls with all of the cliques at my school. Once in awhile I feel as if my life is The Jungle Book because when I get home, it’s so hectic that I feel as if I in a crazy jungle. Sometimes, I even feel like I’m living in E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial because you know, I always feel like I belong in another universe. Now I will share one event in particular that made me feel as if I lived in a movie.

All winter break my dad had begged my six year old brother and me to see a movie because “my brother would love it”, but I knew deep down that he was the one that wanted to see it much more than my brother ever would. What was so great about this movie anyway? I cross my fingers, hoping that it won’t be that bad. He forced us to see the Spiderman: Into the Spider-verse movie and I was definitely not in the mood to sit through that. My brother seemed kind of excited, but not thrilled. My brother and I both knew that I would have much rather stayed at home watching Netflix (we love a good episode of Fuller House), and he would much rather stay at home playing with his Legos and then throwing and scattering them all over the floor for me to step on later (which by the way, if you’ve never stepped on a Lego, is the worst experience ever). I audibly sigh, so not in the mood for this.

Walking into the door, I’m already bored. In fact, I’m so bored that I would rather step on a thousand Legos than be at this theater. Candy and popcorn are the only things keeping me going at this point. However, I don’t enjoy popcorn as much as I used to. You see, I used to crunch happily on popcorn. Now, I always find myself spending half the time getting it out of my braces, ugh. Plus, everyone knows that you just eat that gigantic tub of popcorn during the previews anyways, before the movie even starts. Also, I always tell myself: “Oh maybe just a handful of candy, if I just eat it in moderation, it won’t hurt me, right?” That’s until I end up with three empty boxes of candy in my lap by the end of the movie. Walking into the theater and getting our 3D glasses, I sigh again, I hate 3D. My dad charges into the theater like a teen girl on Black Friday and sprawls his arms out in excitement. “Great, right?” he exclaims, grinning ear to ear. He plops down into his seat and shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “I guess.” I say, annoyed. I roll my eyes. The movie immediately starts and my dad’s face turns ghost white and he looks surprised.

“WHAT? A CARTOON?” my dad screams in the middle of the movie, so loud that people in China could hear him, let alone everyone in the theater! This random mother sitting behind us with her little kid tells him to quiet down and I grow even more annoyed, a million things running through my head. “So you dragged Jake and me to this movie, on our Winter vacation, that frankly, we both definitely couldn’t care less to see, and you barely knew the details?” I say in my head, carefully thinking about not disturbing the people around me….DAD! The movie kept getting worse over time, I began to feel sick. I looked down and realized my candy had last year’s date written on it, oops. Wow, I think sar

Loud action, realistic sound effects, and my dad snoring to my left were all things I heard during this terrible movie. Yes, you heard correctly, my dad fell asleep. IN A MOVIE HE DRAGGED US TO!  “Psst...dad!” I tap him on the shoulder, attempting to wake him up from his deep sleep, like the princess in Sleeping Beauty. See, maybe my life really is a movie! Looking terribly annoyed he man next to him complains. My dad then incessantly apologizes and attempts to stay awake for the rest of the insanely boring movie. I then apologize to him for my dad’s deplorable behavior. What a terrible experience, good thing I survived this havoc and walked out unscathed! That night really made me feel like I not only watched a movie, but lived in one, a combination of a horror and a comedy movie.