Sour Grapes

I missed the Oscars. That makes me sad. But Million Dollar Baby did well, so that makes me happy. Part of me wants to feel sorry for Scorsese, since he's never won, but he has to make a GOOD movie in order to win, not an expensive, three hour long one. Anyway, I found it very depressing last night to be sitting alone (not even at home) watching it. There was no one to talk to about the winners and losers, best and worst dressed. However, even if I would not have worked, the get togethers are invite only private engagements. And I, as has already been discussed, am not on the list of invitees. Oh well.

I should be used to this by now. I should be used to not being invited to share things I care about with people I care about. But I keep forgetting that they don't really care about me, or what I care about. If our likes and dislikes happen to coincide, so what? That still doesn't mean they want me around. The trick is to always plan on being alone. Not just to not plan anything. Figure out where I will plant my ass with remote in hand, and not talk to anyone for 3 or 4 hours. Stay as far away from people as possible.

Today's version of Sour Grapes. I didn't want to hang out and have a good time with those people anyway.