My Favorite Escape

I’m not sure why I feel such an overwhelming desire to escape so much of the time. But I do. Pretty much always have. And since I’ve almost always been a mama and couldn’t actually run away, I had to figure out some other ways to escape.

Going to the movies is one of my favorite escapes. Watching a movie on tv is ok, but it’s just not the same. I want the full experience. The complete two-hour, get lost in the movie, don’t think about anything relating to your own life escape. With popcorn, nachos and a Coke. It’s just not the same without that. Seriously.

The first movie that I remember going to was the movie Jaws. The one about the shark. You’ve probably heard about it. I googled it and found out that it came out the summer of 1975, so I would have been fourteen at that time. And I hated it. I remember being scared and stressed the whole movie. Not exactly a good escape. Or at least not for me.

Since that time, I try to watch movies that make me feel good. Or at least ones that don’t stress me out. I get enough of that in my real life.

Sometimes, I let the advertisement for a movie trick me into thinking that it will be a good escape. That it will make me feel good. Years ago, I wanted to escape for a couple of hours, so I went to watch the movie Alive. The movie poster said “they were ordinary young men, driven to the very limits of human endurance” and that it was a movie about “the triumph of the human spirit”. Now that sounded pretty good. Inspirational. And who couldn’t use a little inspiration now and then. And it had Ethan Hawke in it, and I think that he’s pretty cute. So it was a win-win situation. Or at least you would think.

You probably know what the movie was about. I only wish I had known. I settled into my seat with my popcorn, nachos and Coke. Ready to be inspired. Ready to escape. The movie started bad, with an airplane crashing into a mountain, and continued to get even worse. It was about the people who lived through the crash trying to survive the frozen conditions on the mountain. And they had to eat the people who died to survive.

Yeah. That’s what I thought too. Needless to say, I didn’t leave the movie feeling good. Nor inspired.

I’ve watched a lot of movies over the years. Many times with my children or with friends. Probably more times by myself. But that’s the great thing about movies. You don’t need anyone with you to escape. Some movies actually have inspired me. Many have made me cry. Almost all have made me laugh. And what better escape is there than that?