Today is Hobbit Day — the birthday of J.R.R. Tolkien’s beloved heroes, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins. I also happen to be a few months away from celebrating my own Hobbit Birthday, 33 and a third years young. So I foolishly thought, "I’ve avoided watching Peter Jackson’s The Hobbit movies until now. Maybe it’s time I gave them a chance."
Nine hours later, I feel as though I’ve aged another 33 and a third years. I’m older but none the wiser, doomed to wander the depths of Middle-earth full of sorrow, regret and troll spit chilli. Why did nobody warn me?