Chooch and I just went for a walk and he was telling me about how he cried at End Game (he conned my mom into taking him to see it and she didn’t find out it was 3 hours long until an hour in, lol) and I admitted that I found myself getting emotional just hearing other people talk about it even though I know nothing about Marvel and the only movie I’ve seen is Thor and I didn’t even know that was Marvel at the time.
Here’s an example of my super hero knowledge deficiency: Chooch told me Batman dies at the end of End Game and I believed him.
Anyway, I said, “Sometimes I think I’m an empath,” and Chooch cried, “OMG! Same!”
“Like, today on the way to work, I was thinking about how I called the Vortex trash on my blog the other day and I suddenly felt so bad! So I started to tear up! On the T! A lot of people worked hard to design and build that rollercoaster and probably felt so proud when they were done, and here I am, calling it trash!”
“Yeah,” Chooch said, gearing up for his turn. “And like, sometimes I feel bad after we make fun of Dad.”
“Oh, I never do,” I waved him off. And that was the end of Five Minutes of Empathy with Erin & Chooch.