I’m sure not everyone will agree but, I think one of the greatest feelings in the world in when I’m completely alone. Whether it be at home or, as I recently experienced, in public, nothing beats having a space that you don’t have to share with anyone. Just last Friday I got to experience watching a movie in the theater with no one else in the room. I was a lone theater goer and it was glorious. It was a 10 a.m. showing of Moana and I was already bracing myself for the fact that the other movie goers would be a bunch of little kids and exhausted mothers; not the most ideal situation for someone with very limited interactions with small children. So imagine my surprise and growing excitement when the lights went down and I was still riding solo in the theater. Now I’m not a total grump, I love the communal movie watching experience as much as the next person but there is something almost magical about being alone in a place that should be full of other people. Its like you’re that kid from Home Alone. You spend almost everyday of your life surrounded by people, oftentimes loud people with no sense of personal space, then suddenly you find yourself in the quiet darkness. For the following two hours, I didn’t have to try to block out any obnoxious people behind who never grasped the concept or whispering or send death glares to the idiot teenagers in front of me who are physically incapable of detaching their hand from their phone. Likewise, I can laugh at dumb things I otherwise wouldn’t, I can lounge with no judgement and I sang along with pure abandon. For 2 majestic hours I was the only person in the world.