I was all excited and motivated to hop on here and write this lovely happy post about how wonderfully things have been going- and how much I love the new Harry Potter movie. I went to the midnight showing last night (this morning) and laughed, cried, cringed and giggled. There were a few things that were left out that I was disappointed to see go- but all in all, I think it worked. By this time in the books there are so many plot lines going on that it's impossible for movie makers to include them all in a movie that's not 36 hours long. I was a little disappointed that some of the Pensieve memories were gone- most of them, actually. And the way Harry and Ginny got together was kind of lame... but whatever. And the absence of the final battle made me sad too... but I see why they did it. So all in all, I really liked it. It was fun to be in the theater with all the people who were just as- if not more- excited as me.
But here's where the bitter rant comes in. I just got a text from my would-be rebound crush asking me how I liked the movie. We chatted via text for a while till I got out of him that he went and saw it tonight by himself. I'm all for going to movies by myself- but a big one like this is funner when you have someone to talk about it with (I speak from experience because I went to Order of the Phoenix by myself). So I told him he should have called, I would totally have gone to see it again (there's nothing threatening in that, is there?). In not so many words he said that it was too much hassle to go with someone unless it was the right person... Ok... So I'm too much of a hassle.
Maybe I'm really blowing this out of context- but I'm so SICK and tired of guys making me feel like I'm not good enough. If it's not him telling me I'm too much of a hassle to hang out with, then it's my supposed "best friend" telling me, "Gosh, I wish I could take your personality and put it in ________'s body." Well, I'm SORRY that the body that comes with this personality isn't to your (or any guys) liking. Or then there was the classic, "Heather, you're the kind of girl guys are friends with, not the kind they date." Ohhh... that's the way to make a girl's heart melt. Let her know right to her face that no man on this planet would want her.
People tell me to be myself and act natural. Well, I am. I've always thought I never got dates because of how I look... turns out it's my personality too. I was told a month or so ago that I'm a lot to take- that I'm very hard to get used to. Great. So not only am I an eyesore- I'm a witch (and not the pink pretty kind that floats around in bubbles). I don't know why I even bother some days... any days really. And people wonder why I cling so much to fiction. Because even in fiction the ordinary girl has a chance. That's why I read- and write- so much. This world sucks and when I read I can escape it. I could really use an escape right now.
If only I could apparate.