Overly Opinionated? No.

I just fell asleep for four hours after telling myself I was taking an hour nap. Here we go! I am a very opinionated person. I love to share what I think about things. It is the main reason I have this blog. The great thing about opinions is that you can never be wrong. It is completely up to you and your taste. That doesn’t mean there aren’t crazy takes, but you can never personally be wrong. You can say, “I think that movie was ass!” and someone else could say, “That's my favorite movie of all time!” and you can both be right. I hate being wrong. I’m wrong about things all the time, and it drives me crazy. That's why opinionated things are great. The issue with my opinions is that they are always right, and everyone else's are completely wrong unless they agree with me. Does that go against everything I just said? Yes. People have shitty opinions nowadays, and that isn’t my fault. Sometimes I am understanding and just feel bad for people that weren’t blessed with great taste like myself, but other times I just get infuriated. You thought that movie was good? Who is paying you to say that?! Last week in my film class, we watched a short film from 1943 called Meshes of an Afternoon. All of my notes on it were negative. I hated it. I thought it was terrible, and a thirteen-year-old with an iPhone could’ve made something way more enticing and interesting. This week, my professor returned our notes and asked people to share their opinions. Usually, when a professor says this in class, I jump out of my seat to answer. Today, not so much. I was up really late and just trying to stay awake. Then out of the blue, she said, “Max, that’s your name, right? You are the only one who wrote a negative review for last week’s films.” Are you fucking kidding me? All of you in that class didn’t write a negative thing? How can anybody like that terrible movie? I agree, everything else we watched was great. But if they enjoyed Meshes of an Afternoon, they are dead fucking wrong. I enjoyed watching a baby being born—straight out of the birth canal, with the camera inches away—way more than I enjoyed watching Meshes of an Afternoon last week. She asked me why I didn't like it, and I read my notes out loud. She seemed deeply offended. She was scoffing and then asked me to keep going. I’m not going to lie to a class and say I liked it! I hated it! Just because my professor thinks it is the Magnum Opus doesn’t mean I have to, too. I mean, she hasn’t even seen The Brutalist! She suggested that if I didn’t like Meshes of an Afternoon, then I probably wouldn’t like Midnight Cowboy. She was dead wrong. Midnight Cowboy was great and in no way similar to Meshes of an Afternoon. Some people just have dumb opinions. I’m sure people think I have dumb opinions—actually, I’m very sure about it! It is one of my favorite things about life. Whenever a professor asks what I want to do when I get older, I tell them two things. First, I want to work for Ralph Lauren’s golf division, RLX. Second, if there was a way to give my opinion on everything and make some money, that would be my dream job. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your week. I’ll be back to write a Valentine’s Day special, so look out! Happy Wednesday, everyone!