This week I went to the cinema on my own for the first time.
A lot of you might not think this a big deal. For me however it was huge.
Despite despising how rude and inconsiderate many people are in cinemas nowadays I’ve always considered it a social experience. At first I went my family. Then there was a good six or seven years of seeing a film every week with my best mate. Now my wife and I both have Odeon passes and go as much as we can. It’s always been a case of watching films together and discussing it after.
I’m very guilty of judging everyone who walks into the screen after me.
- Are they going to be loud? Please shut up before the film starts.
- Ugh, they’ve sat down next to us. This while screen and they can’t put a few seats between us!
- Oh dear, look at that guy on his own.
So I’d always resisted the idea of going on my own. Until now. Jack Reacher wasn’t even a memorable film, but my wife was out for the evening and I knew I’d only end up wasting the evening not doing anything in particular. So I booked the ticket and went along.
I did feel a bit weird walking in on my own but it soon dawned on me that I was making a bigger deal out of it than anyone else. No one batted an eye lid. No one even looked my way.
It all passed by rather…normally. I didn’t suddenly smell or become some sort of outcast.
The only weirdness was going on in my own head.
I don’t think it will become a common occurrence as I’m naturally a very sociable chap. But now that I’ve done it once I’ll have no problem doing it again.