Yesterday, I went to see the movie, "The Unborn." It was horrible. If you saw the previews, you've pretty much seen the movie. I promise. Many people said they were freaked, scared, frightened. A young man in the elevator said, "I was scared. I'm not gonna lie." He lied. Even my companion said she was scared. Really? Why? We've seen scarier scenes during a Ouija board session. With experts. In a protective ring. With a master nearby. Here... I'll give it away. Go google the word "dybbuk." Reading through two or three top results is guaranteed to scare you more than the movie itself, I promise.

But it wasn't horrible just as a movie itself. It was also horrible as a whole movie going experience. First, the theatre was packed. Good thing my other friend decided against it. Definitely wouldn't have been pleasant for him. That didn't bother me much. What did bother me were the jokers who believed short scream bursts and talking to the screen added to every one's enjoyment. From somewhere uncomfortably close came, "Don't do it, you stupid bitch."

Really?

I said something. There was an apology. It didn't happen again. Not from them, anyway, but no one else had any qualms about voicing their thoughts, apprehensions, or self-imposed fears. And while normally, I get really irritated by those who decide to text (too many to count), or play a video game (one that I saw), or even talk on their cell phone during a movie, I found them a comforting distraction this time around. I have to stop going to the movies in my neighborhood.

But I love my neighborhood.... or I think I love my neighborhood. I don't love that the only coffee shop wihin 5 miles of me, discounting small casinos and the like, is a Starbucks right next to a freeway on-ramp. I don't love that the only kinds of conversations I have with people from my neighborhood consist of, "Can I bum a smoke?" or "You got any change?" or "Hey, whaddup?" ...and no, that's not a racial remark. I don't love that either... that I have to qualify that it wasn't a racial remark. On voting day... V-O-T-I-N-G D-A-Y... I stopped in a small store to pick up a few items on the way to take a friend to V-O-T-E and a young lady and her brother came in ecstatic. They, then indulged everyone in the store with their prediction that Obama would win. I smiled, knowing I had played my part and then indicated to the clerk what I needed and the lady verbally accosted me with, "What?! What?! What did you say?! You got somethin' to say to me and my brother?"

Really?

But then, I get that in whatever part of town I'm in and I don't love it when they do think its racial and then agree. That's even worse, I think. More than just being a chip on the shoulder. That's just pure racism.

*sigh*