Fourth of July, Optimus Prime, and Family
“I know this message sounds crazy and out of the blue, but I love you and miss you. And I’m so, so sorry if I’ve never understood what it’s like over there. Please stay safe.”
Not the sort of dialogue one expects to hear outside a blockbuster action movie. The guy I was dating at the time made that clear as he grimaced and shuffled away from where I stood against the theatre wall. Bad enough that I started crying in the first 20 minutes of the movie, but now I insisted on making THIS phone call? In front of shouting, bubbly, excited people?
He didn’t get it.
Neither did the man who sat next to me, watching me break down over an action scene.
An ACTION scene.
Who cries over battle scenes?
I saw him pull his son further from my seat. And I wanted to reassure him the boy was safe. I wasn’t some random mental case, escaped into a crowded movie theatre and bent on wreaking havoc.
But how do you explain a line of dominos tumbling forward to result in ONE STUPID SCENE from Transformers leaving you sobbing out of control?
Domino 1: Fourth of July
Fourth of July looks different for me. I understand the history behind the holiday, the same as most Americans. My…
