Still not quite right, and Spiderman

Yesterday I went to the cinema, ostensibly to see The Amazing Spiderman but mostly to test my ability to cope with an outing on my own. I work a short walk away from the cinema so it was a reasonable comparison. I managed to get home, although by the time I'd walked from the bus stop to the top of Corporation Street I was lurching like something out of one of my young man's horror films.

To explain, I had to go home from work ill last Friday lunchtime and I have spent more time than I'd like in bed in the intervening week. I've got a little done towards my now twice-extended French assignment but my brain just won't process information efficiently enough - I'm really really slow, mentally. It's quite worrying, even frightening, to have such difficulty comprehending what are not impossible tasks. One wonders whether one might not after all be capable of working full time.

At the moment I am considering that it might be depression as I am easily made to cry at the moment; perhaps the trouble with focusing on the French is motivational. I don't know. I went to see the lady doctor at the surgery the other day to get a sick note and two other things she didn't provide but I didn't mention the depression-like aspect - she is not someone to whom one can talk openly, which does not recommend her as a General Practitioner. Well well, something will work itself out.

On the whole it's a good thing I wasn't fixing all my hopes on the quality of the film, as I found it quite unpalatable. I don't expect reasoned arguments for world peace from a superhero film - indeed my main reason for going to such films is that I won't have to think too hard - but I do expect the promotion of responsible behaviour, especially when the dialogue is full of advice in that direction. I did not appreciate a scene where the hero enters a girl's bedroom through the window and proceeds to come onto her while she's patching him up; my objection is not to that itself, but to the part where she says 'No, no, no' and he says 'Yes, yes!' and keeps trying to kiss her. What is this saying to teenage boys about what to do when a girl says No? Especially as she does not ultimately kick him in the unmentionables but reluctantly gives in to his winning smile. And, if this is not too much of a spoiler, he routinely forgets his small promises and then in the end deliberately breaks a really important one. Very disappointing superhero role-model behaviour.