I'm Going to the Movies Alone

I was going to write a quickie post tonight, for it's been a long week and I'm exhausted and I've eaten way too much ice cream in the past seven days and basically I just want to sleep for the next fifty-something hours

However, in the complicated path through the internet I took to arrive at my blog, I stumbled across a gif that said, "I'm going to die alone."

And instantly, this "why-do-we?" blog post was born.

I could write "why-do-we?" blog posts all day. Well, okay, not all day but probably like every third post. In fact, I have one in the works right now. It's on a subject very dear to my heart.

I could write "why-do-we?" blog posts every third post because sometimes I question the things humans say and do. And today, I'm questioning why we consider "I'm going to die alone" to be the ultimate expression of how depressing loneliness is.

I don't know. I've never died, so maybe that has something to do with it. But personally, I can think of lots of things I would hate to do alone--and dying isn't one of them.

To me, any of the following would be much more depressing than having to be the only person present at my own death:

-Going to the movies alone.

-Going wedding dress shopping alone.

-Going to Father-Daughter Day at school alone.

-Going to Disneyland alone.

-Celebrating my birthday alone.

-Learning a good joke and having nobody to tell it to.

-Going to a party and having nobody to dance with.

-Having nobody to share an exciting secret with.

-Giving birth alone.

-Raising a child alone.

-Bearing a burden alone.

Depressing, right? I think so. What do you think?