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The blog of a weirdo author and perpetual pissant. He/They, 294 years old, ambiguously gay villain. Call me Kai. I dual wield sci fi and fantasy, but sci fi is my offhand weapon, with my charisma modifier stacked on top.

Movie theaters aren't everyone's cup of tea, but you need to know how it FELT to watch everything everywhere all at once on opening night and to be literally surrounded by soft sobbing and people dabbing at their faces.

I never felt so connected to strangers before. I thought maybe they all understood the love I was feeling and the wonderment of suddenly seeing life in a totally new and beautiful way.

Everyone in there had this sense of what it meant to be human, in their own special, unique perspective. No one in that theater was leaving without a changed heart. It was this tearing down of social barriers and uplifting of the human soul.

I'm an introvert by nature and usually hate being surrounded by other people. By crowds. I like my theaters more empty.

But not that night.

That night, I was happy not to be alone. I was happy knowing everyone was crying with me. I was happy to be sobbing in public, normally my nightmare.

It was one of the most human moments of my life and just like all the best ones, it'll never come again, not exactly, never precisely the same way, and that's why.

I love seeing certain movies in theaters.

They only come once in a decade, maybe in shorter time, maybe in longer, but they always come and they go, and all I can do is enjoy the moment when I have it.

I have to chase after it.

Anyway, the next movie that'll probably elicit the same emotional response will be either Cocaine Bear or Barbie. Be prepared for more blubbering then.

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