A week in my life - episode 4.2

A WEEK IN MY LIFE (Episode 4- Part 2)

March 7th 1995 onwards....
Living in a room full of boxes made it quite a sterile period of my life which was mostly lost down the local pub. I was in a no mans land and without a girlfriend. I filled the rest of my time out of work enjoying film and music. These were the days before wifi and the Facebook revolution. My diary does still contain the ticket for the showing of '2001 a space odyssey' in CinemaScope at Bradford film museum. I loved the film and bought a ticket for just myself. When I got there, the only seat left was dead centre on the front row which was left empty because of people wanting to always sit apart from strangers. So I steamed in. I really enjoyed being alone for this experience and time had made me retelling my visit as if it was a birthday treat to myself but as I read this diary I can see that it was totally separate from my birthday. It was an enjoyment which I still hold dear and gave me the motivation to go to the cinema alone without worry ever since. This way I wouldn't have my enjoyment diluted by an accompanying friend. The weekends continued to pass and be forgotten in their uneventfulness.
I existed in the world but walked it in noticed. This was why a girlfriend was viewed as the answer to everything. I felt like a ghost and needed someone to make me feel of worth. My life just passed me by when I was single. I felt like I wasn't valid. The southern comforts every night reduced that feeling but didn't irradiate it completely.
With my house purchase on the horizon I spent some time wondering what things I could dress my home with that made it my own. So I bought about eight black and white film stills from the film museum and then clip frames. When I saw large film posters on walls in movies, I always thought it looked cool.
Whilst watching the comedy sitcom 'Game On' it said something that made me laugh but also had me preparing for the piss being taken out of me.
"Chris?...Chris is the sort of name a turd would have if turds had names" it said.

With all the Tarantino media hype around I thought about myself working in a local video rental shop since I watched so many titles of varying quality. Plus my own desire to be a writer of anything seemed to be the same journey as his. I didn't do that at this stage. (although in the early 2000's I did go for an interview in Blockbuster video and I got the job, excitedly I went home to my wife and she then told me I couldn't do it, another cut to my confidence)