Rhyme and Reflection

So, there I was at Viva Vienna, another public event .. the kind where happy couples are striding in, hand in hand, all smiles and love. And then there's me, flying solo but pumped up. Why not, right?

I try to blend in, but of course, I stick out like a sore thumb. I'm one of the rare few who showed up alone. The couple next to me even gave me that classic pity look, like I'm some sort of endangered species. Seriously, I half-expected someone to throw me a fish.

So, I pull out my best "I'm waiting for someone" act, complete with an intense, deep stare into the distance. It kind of works, but let's be real—how long can one sustain that without looking like they've lost their marbles?

Aha, a beer line! I stride over with all the confidence of someone who knows exactly what they're doing. I order my beer, and the girl behind me makes some silly comment. Whatever, no offense taken. At this point, I'm used to the weirdness.

It's tough to accept being alone when society is basically screaming "COUPLES ONLY" in your face. I try all the tricks—pretending to wait for someone, looking busy—but nothing really sticks.

Finally, I just give up .. Why should I care? .. I walk around confidently, happy with my own company. I'm where I am, and I'm who I am .. nothing can change that .. and you know what? That's perfectly okay.

At the end of the day, it hit me: I didn't need anyone else's approval to enjoy myself. I was my own best company .. So, here's to all the solo adventurers out there—we're not alone, we're just boldly exploring life on our own terms. Cheers!