Going Places Alone.

So, there seems to be this universal fear that almost every person has of going places alone.
I’m not sure what or why that is, but most people I know have it one form or another.
My sister gets bad anxiety attacks when she goes places alone.
But that’s an extreme case right there.

In my case, for example, I love karaoke. Mostly because I love to sing and I am actually quite good at it, but oddly enough my life is not a musical and so there aren’t many places that I can sit and sing randomly at.
I do it at work sometimes, but you can tell they don’t like it. Or just think I’m weird.
That’s why I love karaoke. I sound amazing and it’s appropriate.
But I couldn’t imagine going to the karaoke bar (or any bar really) by myself.
That’s not in my comfort zone.

But I can however go and see movies by myself.
Or like today, go on long road trips driving by myself.
Today I am driving to Las Vegas (my home town) once again.
I have done this drive by myself so many time that I can probably do it in my sleep. It’s no big deal.
Plus, it’s not like a little karaoke where you are only missing out on a few small things. No, deciding not to go to Vegas because I’m alone is missing out on a big thing.

Last night my friend was texting me about it and she asked me how long it would take me to get there.
I said 4 hours, which doesn’t seem like a big deal to me.
But she seemed to think that this was too long of a drive to do by yourself?
I don’t know.
It’s not like I am driving to Texas or something. Because I promise that if I drove to Texas by myself (a 20 hour drive one way) only three things would happen:
1. I would make like 7 new imaginary friends.
2. I would join a cult in one of the many small, weird towns in Texas.
3. Abducted by aliens.

Although, to be fair, I’ve been saying I’m going to be abducted by aliens ever since I started this blog.
So, I pretty much run that risk anywhere I go.
But sometimes I wonder if I can drive for long hours by myself, why can’t I go sit in a bar by myself?
There is like infinite amount of ways to improve on yourself and I’m not sure I like them all.

Anyways, I’m going to Vegas to see my brother whom I love.
Also, he invited me to a party.
That usually never happens. I will drive 8 hours for that.

….That sounded pathetic.
Oh Well.

(Written Later)

So, as I was driving from California to Las Vegas, which the drive is mostly consisting of full on desert, but I happened to turn to look at the scenery and saw a guy jogging…
Outside of the protective wildlife gate..
In the mild of the desert…
In full on jogging clothes…
Three Questions.
1. What was he doing?
2. How did he get there?
3. Running isn’t even fun in regular settings, so why did he think running in the desert would be good?

Also, I got made fun of for being a girl at a truck stop gas station by trucker men drinking beer. ELO was playing in the background.
It was like an out of body experience.

Anyways, here is a picture my brother took of me at his party…


Happy thoughts.
Happy sweater.


2 thoughts on “Going Places Alone.

  1. “If we are to survive, we must have ideas, vision, courage. These things are rarely produced by communities. Everything that matters in our intellectual and moral life begins with an individual confronting his own mind and conscience in a room by himself.”
    ~ Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr.

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