I already do a lot of things by myself: go out to restaurants (both fancy and casual), see movies in the theater, see shows on Broadway, travel to foreign destinations (and all of the "solo" things accompanying such travel), etc.
But, until this weekend, that "etc" had never included: (1) going to the karaoke joint by myself and (2) going to the beach by myself.
So, yes, this past weekend, I did both things...by myself.
It was totally okay, and I ended up chatting with a bunch of random people when I was invited to join someone's karaoke party. At the beach, I shared laughs with a couple of girls who were also jumping the waves. I had fun both times.
What surprises me, though, is that, when I mentioned having done these things this weekend - and they find out I did them ALONE - a lot of people reacted somewhat in sympathy...like they felt a little sorry for me and sorry that I couldn't find anyone to take along. Hrm. If I don't feel sorry for myself, then why should someone else? It's odd... Sometimes I wonder if I'm too independent and self-sufficient for my own good (or at the least for others' comfort levels).
