If life was a movie

God, what an appallingly unproductive day.  I spent until 5pm at a birthday lunch for my sister at my parents’ house.  How long does it take to eat one meal and chat a bit?  I’ve been to shorter wedding receptions.  And as none of us have terribly much in common, I can’t see why they stretched it out for so long.  I think we were all bored.  Well, except my parents, I guess. 

I’m getting a bit tired of spending time with people I have so little in common with.  I think the loneliness I sometimes feel is not so much a need for company as a need for excitement.   Company isn’t satisfying unless it’s stimulating. 

Excitement?  Stimulation?  Like what?  All my adventure is lived through my own imagination or someone else’s.  That’s why I watch TV drama series so much.  When I was younger, it was novels.  How can I find what I get from that in real life?