When did I get so old?

Last night Philip and I went to see The Woman in Black.  I really hate scary movies, but it's PG13, so I thought it couldn't be too bad, and Philip loves scary movies.  The movie was really good, in my opinion.  But I won't review it for you, because I mostly just saw the inside of my eyelids during it.

Our first mistake with this movie was choosing to see it at 7:15 on a Saturday night during opening weekend. I knew it would be packed, but I was unprepared for what it would be packed with.

Teenagers.

And not even just small groups of kids going to the movies with their friends.  This was enough teenagers to encompass three or four rows of seats.  And....

They.All.Knew.Each.Other.

It was like a field trip or something.

So, of course, we had the typical loud, obnoxious talking during previews.  And the girls behind us kicking our seats (because their shoes were just too cool looking to keep down on the floor).  Then the movie started.  And they didn't.

These kids talked during the whole thing.  And girls screamed when NOTHING was happening.  And when something actually did happen, THEY SCREAMED LONGER.

All I could think was that I hated teenagers.

Except a small part of me still kind of feels like a teenager.  So this completely caught me off guard.  I understand wanting to see a movie the weekend it comes out (although I haven't done it in years).  I understand going to the movies with your friends, because what else was there to do?  I understand wanting the cute boy next to you to think you're scared so he'll comfort you (Really, girls.  Screaming at the top of your lungs and annoying everyone in the theater will not get his attention.  Just look really scared, but be quiet about it.  That way when he looks at you, he'll feel bad for making you see such a scary movie and then he'll comfort you.  I should teach a class or something).

When did I get this old that teenagers make me so angry?  Maybe it was the amount of them.  Or maybe it was the obnoxious, little punk next to me who turned around to talked to his friends, noticed me staring at him in disgust, apologizing, and then CONTINUING TO DO IT THROUGH OUT THE MOVIE.

All I know is, I really hope when I have children, they can be a little more respectful in the movies.  Philip and I LOVE movies.  So we really like to actually watch it and get a feel for it.  Hopefully our kids will adopt that philosophy.

And not be obnoxious little brats.