I'm sitting by myself at a restaurant. And it's not even Starbucks.
This does not always bode well for me. The last time I did this, I ventured out at the early end of happy hour, and I found myself eating breadsticks at the bar near a man, also alone, who was clipping his fingernails in public.
(With such hygiene habits, it was shocking that he was alone. I'm sure you agree.)
But I am alone. I choose to be.
Alone is a choice.
Alone is brave.
There's always a companion waiting.
safe or otherwise;
prescribed or not;
solicited or un;
claimed or unnamed;
an object of affection,
inanimate or personified.
I have all of these.
Alone can actually be hard to find.
The real deal variety, that is.
Alone doesn't mean lonely.
Besides, today's alone comes with a half-order of salty, soft pretzels.
And a diet coke with lime.
And I always have my words.