Me, Myself & the Movies
Me, Myself & the Movies By Ollie. One of my favourite pastimes is going to the movies. I try to go once a week if I can. I’m lucky—there’s a cinema nearby that offers cheap tickets every day and regularly screens great reruns, especially around Halloween. I remember the first time I went alone. It was during my second year of university, on a rare day off. I was juggling work, study, and a busy social life back then, so having nothing to do felt like a luxury. I’d always loved going to the movies, but coordinating with friends was often frustrating—deciding what to see, when to go, and who was actually interested. That day, no one else wanted to go, and though I’m naturally shy, I decided to just go by myself. Why not? Why waste a perfectly good afternoon over insecurity? I felt confident—right up until I stepped into the cinema. Suddenly it felt like all eyes were on me. Oh God, look at that poor loser all by himself. Doesn’t he have any friends or a partner? My skin was...