the worst person in the world

I watched The Worst Person In The World alone in a theatre today on a whim. After an 18-kilometre long walk that criss-crossed the city’s primary freeway and passed through a furniture shop, a sports goods store, and a gym whose sales rep, John, suggested I become a bodybuilder so I’d be more confident with women, I wound up in an empty movie hall with two diet sodas and chicken popcorn. I haven’t watched a movie alone in years; I’d forgotten how enjoyable the experience can be.