one night while he was out i decided i wanted to ‘have fun’ too but couldn’t decide if drinking alone would actually be enjoyable. after walking to the closest bar and immediately turning back around to go home i decided to sit at the bus stop for a little while. i nervously decided to strike up a conversation with the man sitting next to me, i asked him if he thought drinking alone was ‘worth it’ and i felt vaguely sad when the bus came and he left.