I watched one of those sappy romantic movies tonight. Alone.

Normally, I would’ve flipped over to an action movie or the Cartoon Network, but today I was in one of those moods. I don’t know why.

It was typical. One of those movies with all the romantic elements you wish you had in your life. The kind of movie that, when it ends, makes you dwell on your romantic shortcomings just a little bit more. I think I liked it.

Because I’m weird like this, I looked at a couple of reviews of it online. Being the freakish conformist that I am, I always check to see if other people like what I like.

Wow, the movie got horrible reviews. Horrible, horrible reviews. And I don’t mean bad as in Starring-Freddie-Prinze-Jr bad, I mean like Starring-Mariah-Carey bad.

I didn’t give a damn.

Maybe this is maturing. Or maybe this is me falling deeper into the hole.