Party of One!

I've psychoanalyzed myself so much this week and delved into depths of emotion that I didn't know I had and never want to experience again, though they are probably inescapable.

But tonight, or rather last night, I did something I thought I could never do, something I've always said I would never do...something that both scared me and amused me, that I am certain I've been judge-y about in the past.

I went to a movie all by myself! Party of one to the movie theater. As pathetic as it sounds, I feel overjoyed at this adventure. Thankfully the automated kiosks have made movie-going possible for marginalized loners everywhere! So, only the first couple of previews in a movie by yourself are awkward and then it was kind of freeing to be alone and be okay.

Predominantly because as God's kid, I am never really alone. Not in deep waters, deep sorrows or amc.

Also because what do I have to lose? My pride? My reputation? Nothing major is at stake, which is good because I quite enjoyed it.

I saw 100 foot journey. It was heart-warming like rattatouie and slum dog millionaire and julia&julia baked into a tasty two-hour feature film that probably won't stay in theaters for very much longer.

Ultimately, love, family and good food win out and that's a plot I can completely appreciate!

Cheers the many possibilities provided by being okay alone!

I wonder if I will still feel as brave in the morning😴

As always, only time will tell.