I’m a Lone Reed

I went to the movies by myself last Saturday night. I’d forgotten how much I enjoy that. When you think about it, why is movie-watching considered a group activity anyway? You don’t talk. In fact, the worst people to go to movies with are those who keep yapping at you while you’re trying to watch the movie. So you’re going to the movies with someone you hope doesn’t actually talk to you. I say, better (and cheaper!) to go alone. I didn’t have to share my armrest or my Junior Mints and I laughed like an idiot whenever I felt like it. And there was no one to disagree with how much I enjoyed the movie (Mamma Mia) or point out its flaws (if you didn’t like it, I don’t wanna hear about it. That’s why I didn’t invite you to go with me.) In a period of my life when I can’t even go to the bathroom alone, going by myself to a movie is a blessed, blessed thing.