My Movie Ticket Collection
In a now dusty sandwich bag, I keep a small collection of movie tickets. The tickets I have range from movies seen in 2010 to films seen just a few days ago. They range from a multitude of genres: from horror to crude humor. I keep my collection on my desk at my New York City home and often open it up, after coming back from a semester in college, to add to the sandwich bag. Many of the tickets have faded away in ink, barely leaving any legible printing. I have a ticket from AMC now completely wiped blank from the useful information, leaving only the useless writing like "Please Retain This Stub." I think this was the ticket I used to watch Ponyo. I like to look through these tickets occasionally to remember a few things, such as the people I was with and how the day went. I don't always remember these things though. It's weird how I recall who I watched a 2010 movie with but don't really with a movie I watched in 2012. Some of these people I wish I never went to the theaters with and some others I wish I went more with. When I sift through these tickets, there's a burst of emotion that come with each one. I grin at a few, conjure up a small laugh, and move on to another ticket that makes me feel a little sad.
But I don't necessarily feel sad because I had a bad time or can't stand the person. I usually wish I still talked to some of these people. I wonder what they're currently doing and how I could have been more of a blessing in their lives. I look at some with a heavy heart because the times seemed so jovial then but all so gloomy now. I think about the missed opportunities and the movies I probably shouldn't have watched, not because the film was bad, but because I might have been better served to have stayed at home. It's a little like having the movie act as a catalyst to events that happen afterwards.
Many of these tickets come from the same few places. The older the tickets, and therefore younger I was, the nearer the location of the theater to my home. The newer the tickets, the less they come from the local Multiplex and the more they come from Buffalo. A few others come from whimsical trips to other theaters. Some of these theaters are my go-to places: they all have their respective uses. Some locations are better for movie hopping and others have incredible comfortable seats. A few scattered throughout were only bought out of desperateness or boredom to watch a movie.
I've spent hundreds on these tickets but it feels like nothing compared to the memories I have, as cliche as it sounds. I guess some tickets "feel" a little better because I got a decent price on them. (apparently I spent $18 to watch Harry Potter once at Times Square) Its been a consistent feeling of sadness or joy every time I dig into my collection, despite the gap of time from then until now. I'm sure I have a few more tickets that I've also lost throughout the years. Maybe one day I'll try to fill in the faded blank ink on some of my tickets.
Who wants to go watch a movie with me?