The Escapist
I remember when I was living in Montreal, a close friend of mine told me:
'Mazzy, you are SUCH an escapist!"
Naturally ataken back, I asked her why she would think such a thing, since it is not a quality I identified within myself.
"Well, everytime you are going through a rough patch, or you are having a down day, you address the situation by escaping to the movies..."
Interesting. Apparently this person knows me pretty well.
And so I started to become more aware of my actions after this announcement - and true as can be, everytime I feel a little down, my natural urge is to go to the cinema. Its like I have a beeper that pulls me towards the movies when I am in certain emotional states.
So, why do I have these urges?
For me going to the movies, is like going to an old friend.
The smell of the popcorn, the anticipation for the upcoming film, the observing of others in the waiting areas, the thrill I get as I sit down on the seat and embrace myself for the experience ahead...
All of these things give me energy, give me a certain happy feeling.
Each time that I sit down in my seat - I feel a smile breaking out, and a sense of excitement. I am in a Mazzy place.
Often I even prefer to go to the movies alone. For certain movies, I want to take the time afterwards to digest the messages, and the personal impact on me i.e Hotel Rwanda is a good example of this - I could not imagine seeing it with others. No no, its an alone movie.
Actually, one of the most amazing discoveries that I have made in Amsterdam is a little art house movie cinema near my house. It is from the 1800s and still in the same style as it would have been then. YOu cannot get popcorn, but you can have hot chocolates, tea and coffee in the movies which is pretty awesome. Sometimes I just walk in as I am going home, to really get the spirit of the place :-)
I love it.
So I guess its strange to think it would be escapism. It probably is... but I prefer to think that maybe, just maybe I was a famous actress in the 1800s, and thats why it feels so much like home.
I mean, its plausible right?
Or maybe I am just being more of an escapist again.
'Mazzy, you are SUCH an escapist!"
Naturally ataken back, I asked her why she would think such a thing, since it is not a quality I identified within myself.
"Well, everytime you are going through a rough patch, or you are having a down day, you address the situation by escaping to the movies..."
Interesting. Apparently this person knows me pretty well.
And so I started to become more aware of my actions after this announcement - and true as can be, everytime I feel a little down, my natural urge is to go to the cinema. Its like I have a beeper that pulls me towards the movies when I am in certain emotional states.
So, why do I have these urges?
For me going to the movies, is like going to an old friend.
The smell of the popcorn, the anticipation for the upcoming film, the observing of others in the waiting areas, the thrill I get as I sit down on the seat and embrace myself for the experience ahead...
All of these things give me energy, give me a certain happy feeling.
Each time that I sit down in my seat - I feel a smile breaking out, and a sense of excitement. I am in a Mazzy place.
Often I even prefer to go to the movies alone. For certain movies, I want to take the time afterwards to digest the messages, and the personal impact on me i.e Hotel Rwanda is a good example of this - I could not imagine seeing it with others. No no, its an alone movie.
Actually, one of the most amazing discoveries that I have made in Amsterdam is a little art house movie cinema near my house. It is from the 1800s and still in the same style as it would have been then. YOu cannot get popcorn, but you can have hot chocolates, tea and coffee in the movies which is pretty awesome. Sometimes I just walk in as I am going home, to really get the spirit of the place :-)
I love it.
So I guess its strange to think it would be escapism. It probably is... but I prefer to think that maybe, just maybe I was a famous actress in the 1800s, and thats why it feels so much like home.
I mean, its plausible right?
Or maybe I am just being more of an escapist again.
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