Alone in the Theater

I love going to the movies alone. Especially in the summer. In the middle of the day.
Leaving the hot glare of stark white sun to enter the cool, quite theater is heaven. With no one to talk to, the surroundings capture my full attention.
The bored teens taking tickets, filling cokes, and pushing those garbage cans on wheels. The harried mom dragging sweaty kids to the finish line of the theater where six foot tall cartoon characters booming from the screen won't be enough to keep her eyelids from sliding closed. Smells which label our environment and heritage as Americans. Or do theaters all over the world smell like ours? Does everyone eat popcorn at the movies or is it just here? Hmmm, never thought about it before.
Being alone, there is no discussion about where to sit. Think about it. If you've never been to a movie alone you have always had some kind of a discussion about where to sit. Even if it was only a nod and a shrug.
There is no commenting on the previews. No rolling of eyes or "I gotta see that."
No one pulls you out of the magic of the movie to say, "I'm going to the bathroom" or "Do you want a refill?" or "Pass me the popcorn."
When the movie ends, no opinion must be given. No critique. No analysis. Everything on the screen belongs to you alone. That part feels especially delicious to me. Wonder why?
Probably because if there's another person there - I HAVE to share my thoughts. I know folks who can keep their mouths closed, but I can't. I have to share.
Hmmm. Apparently even I get tired of hearing me talk.
I'm going to see Harry Potter this afternoon by myself.
I can't wait.