At the Cinema

Whether I’m entranced, passive or uninterested at a movie screening, I undoubtedly eat and deplete the popcorn before a film can reach its second act. Enveloped by the darkness of a theatre, I feel comfortable enough to reach for two handfuls with just one and selflessly feed the seat and my crotch from the moment my palm leaves the bag to when it reaches my mouth.

It’s … liberating.

I can’t eat like the degenerate I’d like to be in my lonesome. I’m too scared I’ll catch a glimpse of my reflection on the TV screen if a scene’s not so lit. Regardless, in the light, in a small room, in front of a small screen, I’m too wary of my hands and face. But at the cinema, my gluttony is forgiven.