The funny thing about life is that having one is entirely optional.

The choice is up to us. Instead of an outgoing, social existence, we can opt to have an insular one populated only by ourselves and our hobbies and idiosyncrasies.

As a nerd, I made my choice a long time ago. And though my interests have hopped all around the board over the course of my life, the extent to which they overtake my time remains consistent and large.

Once, it was Saturday morning cartoons. Later, it was video games. Now, the sole occupier of my time is le cinema.

For me, Jerome, it’s movies day in and day out. If I’m not at my apartment snuggling up to a flick, I’m reading a script or a book or at the theater watching something on the big screen.

Sometimes, I feel like Daniel Plainview in my tunnel vision. Don’t misunderstand me: I love people. It’s just that movies end up beating them in the race to my attention.

Consequently, social events kind of fall by the wayside for me. You could say I’m a little awkward, a fact you could infer from the fact that I just called social events “social events.”

And you know what? If my life were in any other configuration, this might be something to be ashamed of, something I’d avoid telling anyone, let alone announce to the entire Internet.

But I’m a filmmaker and fortunately for me, I can chalk up this otherwise unhealthy obsession to a disciplined devotion to my craft.

If I let movies take up this much of my time while I wasn’t a filmmaker, I’d be called a shut-in – a recluse. As it is, I’ve got my eyes on the prize.

It really is convenient then, since I haven’t boned up on how I deal with people. I mean, right now, the only way I’m getting through this blog is by imagining that I’m writing this directly to my computer and not to you fleshy masses.

I missed being a pariah by this much. Okay, well this Blu-Ray just finally finished booting up – time to go back to my real, disc-based family.

And if you’re wondering, yes – inanimate objects can love you. Very, very much.