The day had been a lousy one. Broken promises and disappointments. Difficult clients and evasive debtors. I was generally in a foul mood. I'd just gotten home and rushed up for a bath and a quick meal. I look at my phone and no missed call, no messages. Totally annoying, I left my phone an hour ago and in my head when I got back to it I would have at least eight missed calls,two texts and six BB messages. But Alas, nothing. Not even one of those annoying messages from my network. I scroll through bbm updates, nothing new or interesting. Yawn. I check my credit balance and I have over
2k credit on my phone, however I have no one to call. It's barely 6pm and I'm already feeling this way. Suddenly a light bulb goes off in my head and I get a brilliant idea to go see a movie. So I go get dressed. I look in the mirror and I'm "second look worthy". I smile, get into the car and head for The Palms, to see a movie, alone, again!
Upstairs, I stand on the cue. It's a Wednesday so it's more crowded than usual. Apparently a lot of people want to take advantage of the cheap tickets. Don't look at me, I'm here purely by coincidence. I go get my popcorn and drinks and then head for the movie room excitedly. About to get to my desired seat, I hear a voice whisper my name. " psst. Thelma! Hi!". It's my former classmate whom I last saw at her wedding nine months ago. We blew customary air kisses and I kept it moving. The movie was a romantic comedy. My absolute favorite. I sat in my seat, happily munching on my popcorn and gulping down my coke. Every five minutes or so I'd go " aawwwwwww" "nooooooo" "yesssssss" "aaaawwwwww" and on and on. Then of course the excited laughter, the clapping of hands (covers face) and the mild sobs... The movie ends and I get up happily, satisfied but with a wistful look on my face (when will that love story be mine) I walk out, alone, as usual, heading for a quick drink at Double Four, where I shall plot the rest of my evening, when I see her, my former classmate. Again she calls my name and I walk over to her, stretching my neck to give Hollywood/Island kisses she suddenly leans back with an alarmed look in her eyes, "You came alone?" She asks incredulously. Here I am, neck stretched forth like a tolotolo. I'm not sure what to say or do. So I compose myself and smile saying yes. Then as though its a little too much for her to take in, she reaches for his hand, like she needs support, he holds her close and its then I notice the bump. "Yes I came alone. There's nothing there nau" I say, trying to convince her, and me. "Babe you're strong o! I could never do that. I can't even trying it". Maybe if she isn't sporting that cute wedding ring, and the cute husband and the cutest baby bump I won't have feel so affronted, but I do. "I always come to the movies alone. I don't see anything there" I say, really because I know not what else to say, and besides its true. Holding tighter to hubby's hand, with that same incredulous look in her eyes, and a little bit of pity, she nods in understanding but leans back a little, lest I infect her with my .... Whatever. ( I lack words). We say our goodbyes.
Suddenly I lose interest in everything. Suddenly I'm tired. Suddenly I'm slipping into depression. I decide to head back home. As I drive home I can't help but wonder, is that how people look at me when I go to see a movie alone? When I laugh during a funny scene do they shake their heads questioningly, wondering what I have to laugh about? Do they sometimes think I came here in hopes of meeting "the one"? (They'd be half right if they did). So many questions. I remember some months back I told someone I was going to the movies and his reply was "Alone? What kind of miserable existence is that?". My friends and I discussed this last week and they agreed I was absolutely bonkers to do that, one went as far as begging me not to do it again, please.
I honestly don't see anything wrong in it. Even when I'm in a relationship I occasionally go to the movies alone, there are some movies I know my partner just won't fancy and I don't want to have to lean over every ten minutes and assure him that the movie would soon be over. Is there really anything wrong with it? Have I been embarrassing myself all this time? Do you go to the movies alone? Let's talk.