Remembering what I actually like
Saturday, May 18, 2013
I went to see The Great Gatsby with my book group last night. Almost all of us just bought a ticket and headed into the theater, but one person stopped and bought a large popcorn.
I felt very lucky that she was seated at the other end of the row from me.
Every time I go into a movie theater, I have that moment of deep temptation. The movie popcorn smells SO GOOD. I used to buy a large movie popcorn, with butter, and eat pretty much the whole thing myself. I have no self-control in the face of movie popcorn.
And they I would be sick. Nauseated and miserable. It took me YEARS to really recognize that movie popcorn was not a good life choice for me. I simply can't eat it without feeling terrible all the rest of the evening.
The problem is, I still am tempted by the smell of it. When I'm out with hubby to the movies (which is pretty often; we are big movie buffs), he has instructions to remind me how sick it makes me. And so far I have stayed away from it, enjoyed the movie experience, and been completely happy with my choice.
But if I had been seated next to my popcorn-eating friend, I probably would have been tempted to ask for just a little. And then mugged her for the rest of the bucket. So I would have been sick AND embarrassed.
No, far better to be at the other end, away from temptation!