... when I'd rather stay home and do nothing. But I promised and I know, somehow, this is good for me. We're seeing King Lear, one of the more depressing plays (or so I'm told; I know the basic plot outline and that Lear goes crazy at the end). My spouse bought the tickets and I agreed a while ago. I could stay home, but I don't want to be alone. So I'll go. And maybe it'll be great.
It's almost humorous. If someone told you they were suffering from depression, would you first thought be, "Go see this play about a family where everyone betrays each other and dies." Spoiler alert: guess I should have put the spoiler alert first.
Anyway, I agree to these things, in part, because I'm asked months in advance and I think, "Surely, I'll feel better by then." Then I don't, but I can't keep saying no.
Anybody want to give me another spin on this? BTW, I'm not seeing the NY production with Glenda Jackson as Lear - I'm sure THAT would be fascinating if for nothing else than Lear is played by an outstanding ACTRESS.