Too often in our American society, we view being alone as something unfortunate or melancholic, a result of circumstance not of personal choice. But even for the most social butterfly, a regular bit of alone time affords some great little pleasures and an opportunity for introspection.
A testament to my introversion, one of my very favorite activities is going to the movies solo. So, about once a month, I choose a film and set out to enjoy my movie "me time." I adore browsing fandango to see what chick flicks or art films are playing at the local theater. I carefully check out the reviews and labor over my choice, not wanting to waste my two hours on a cinematic dud or downer.