I read this short story about this older man who has a boring job and no ambition other than to watch all of the movies on this list of ‘the greatest movies of all time’ and every night he watches a couple of them and crosses them off and he feels as though it is the most accomplishing part of his day. The bottom line of the story is that his life is pathetic and worthless. I think it sounds like fun…where does that leave me?
