It's funny to have that on mind when I'm 27 and still living at my parents' house. I mean, if it wasn't this particular situation, the sentence that entitles this very post would make no sense, right? The point is that I think I finally achieved a state of mind – if it'll last I can't tell you in advance – that pushes me forward, puts me moving out of a condition of inertia inside my comfort zone.
I just got home from cinema. Some 20 minutes back I was almost finished watching Indignation, a movie based in a homonym Philip Roth's book (is this guy a best seller out there? I honestly have no idea).
At first, when I decided to watch it I thought it would portrait a youngster life surrounded by dilemmas in adult life. Woah, maybe I would have some identification with it, right? Precisely.
It was a pleasant experience, but the acting were poor, although the screenplay was good enough to get an A in a Creative Writing class. I just figured that out on the last scene.
But, back to my existencial elucubrations, I found it a pleasant experience once I had it minutes before leaving work in the middle of a national holiday. Perks of working with journalism.
I went there by myself, choose the movie alone and enjoyed a meal with no companion. And this is well tweet-fitting definition of my social life nowadays. I can't see any positive aspect on it, although I have been comfortable with that. And, again, it's no good to stay in the comfort zone. I need some ground shaking experience or, at least, an impulse to start acting differently in my life. I only realized that when I noticed I was driving a car that does not belon to me; at the moment I check the hours in a clock that doesn't covers only my wrists; and, finally, when I rushed out of the movie session with some comfy shows sized to some other feet but mine. So, yeah, I ought to star walking on my own shoes.
