I had Friday night off and as I am rather unaccustomed to unstructured time and having nobody to spend it with I decided that it was as good a time as any to take in a movie at a proper theather for a change.
Naturally, I did so alone.
Going to the movies alone is an art that I feel I've perfected. My problem this time around was the fact that I was at the theater a whole hour and a half before the late showing of Jarhead began. So I took out some cash from the bank machine and proceeded to waste an hour at the multiplex's video arcade. Then I spent twenty minutes or so sitting at the coffee shop located in the lobby where I drank a blue raspberry frappe.
So I was quite amazed at my patience. An hour and a half surrounded by people who were happy. People who had people to spend time with.
And there was me. Just pumping tokens into any video game that would take them, glancing at my watch every five minutes or so, checking my cell phone as though somebody might call me (nobody ever does), and waiting. Waiting. That was me.
I couldn't help but think of all the productive things I could have done with that time waiting for the movie to start. Blogs could have been updated. Novels could have been worked on. Poetry could have been created.
But the movie was good. The popcorn was too salty.
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Well atleast the movie was good... Just joking. Sometimes you need to sit back and refelect without the interruption of people you are close to. Or atleast that's what I tell myself when I'm along on a Friday night.
Seeing a movie alone is indeed an art..no one to yak or ask silly questions...but of course seeing it with the right person is pretty nice as well! I know how you feel.
Sometimes movies are better while watched alone. I prefer to go with someone too though....
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