Navigating Tiredness and Movie Marathons

These past few days have been incredibly tiring. I have the ability to turn any activity into a busy workday, even when it’s supposed to be a rest day… Evenings are no exception; movie schedules often disrupt my plans. Last Friday night alone, I saw two movies in quick succession: Whiplash (2014) and Goodplaces (2024). Both were exhausting and made me unable to watch the second one because of the first. By the time I finally got back home, I was so wiped out that I slept until just after two o’clock before lying down again. Lying there caused more problems; I couldn’t shake off the frustration from both movies long enough to fall asleep.

The next morning started with an early rise and a video meeting. From there, I took a taxi to the filmoteca to watch Annie Hall (1977). The experience was surreal, but I didn’t mind as much as some other films I’ve watched recently. I told myself it’s okay if I find the movie too intense sometimes; in the comfort of my home, I could pause and take my time with longer films like this one. However, at the cinema, resuming wasn’t an optionthis was part of why I come to the cinema in the first place.

After finishing Annie Hall, I had some time before heading back for work. I grabbed a coffee and wrote a bit about my recent movie experiences, including my thoughts on Whiplash and Goodplaces. I also sketched out some plans for Theatre of3’s * * (2024 Spring Season) review. Once the coffee was done, I boarded a taxi to meet up with classmates for an evening meal at a nearby restaurant. While waiting in line, I decided to check out the reading room and grab a book to read before leaving.

The evening ended with me boarding a train home after a productive day. My journey back was interrupted by news of a music theater performance titled * * (2024 Spring Season). The show’s performances were nothing short of amazing, but I couldn’t help feeling a bit overwhelmed by the energy it unleashed on me. It made me realize how lucky I was to catch such an incredible show.

The next morning started with an early rise and a video meeting before heading to the filmoteca again to watch Thelma & Louise (1991). The movie itself was unexpectedly good, but I felt extremely fatigued during its runtime. While sitting through it, I couldn’t help but think about why I was buying tickets for these movies on supposedly non-working days. The fatigue didn’t abate even after the film ended; in fact, it got worse as the credits rolled by.

After finishing Thelma & Louise, I had time to eat before heading back home. While waiting for a taxi, I decided to catch up on some reading. Unfortunately, my focus wavered quickly when I realized how many of my classmates were out for the night. The conversation turned into small talk about trivial things, which only made me realize just how much I’ve changed since high school.

The evening was spent trying to keep up with friends who were all out having a good time. While it’s nice to catch up in person, talking to strangers feels more draining than it did before. Trying to start conversations with people you don’t know is tough enough on its ownlet alone when you’re also dealing with the stress of being a working student.

I spent most of the night reading and writing reviews for Theatre of3’s * * (2024 Spring Season) again. The show was incredible, but something just didn’t sit right with me. The energy I felt during it had completely drained me by bedtime.

This past weekend started with a trip to see my friend at her school concert. She gave me tickets to an upcoming performance of Theatre of3’s * * (2024 Spring Season). It was nice to catch up with her, but the atmosphere in our shared living space felt more like a nightmare than anything else. With children around, it became hard to keep my composure. The noise from the kids made the already chaotic evening even worse.

The weekend after that saw me giving up on trying to see another show because of how tiring everything had become. I decided to stay in and watch some old TV shows with friends instead. Unfortunately, most of them were just too forgettableespecially since we didn’t have cable back then. The worst part was having to listen to the radio during long car rides home.

I spent a lot of time trying to decide what to do each daywhether it was work or something else. Work felt like the only thing that mattered anymore, but I also had to remember how important rest still was. The longer things drag on, the harder it becomes to stick to a plan.

This past week has been a mix of manageable and chaotic moments. Trying to balance everything feels more overwhelming than ever before. I keep telling myself there’s no point in beating myself up about things that don’t really mattersomething I used to think was healthy but now just sounds like a cop-out.