An Argument for Forgetting Your Friends this Weekend

As an only child of two working parents, it’s safe to say I have spent a fair portion of my life, or at least childhood, alone. Although I often joke about this to friends (which, by the way, I definitely do have), I  think learning to be alone has its merits. As I’ve gotten older and, through a combination of circumstance and conscious choice, spent more and more time around peers, I have begun to lament the fact that I am growing less fond of doing things by myself.