it can always be worse

With a roommate who spends half of her time uptown, and the other half at work, a boyfriend in another province, and HBO Canada on demand, I spend a lot of my time by my lonesome. Although I do, for the most part, treasure the solitude of an empty condo, a vacant kitchen, and a solo sleeping arrangement, I can’t help but feel lonely every once in a while. We’re talking innocuous isolation, nothing too Howard Hughes-ish, but certain seclusion nonetheless.

I can't afford to 'socialize' every night, and AV & SNP can't be expected to ditch their families and lovers all the time. So, the other night, like many nights, feeling low, and lonely, I propped my laptop on the pillow next to me in bed. I clicked on google videos, and typed ‘documentaries’ into the search bar.

(FUN FACT: I often fall asleep to the sound of a documentary. Something about the pace and the Mr. Movie Phone rhetoric sends me adrift in only a matter of minutes.)

This night, however, I reviewed my options. The Patriotic Doc? No thanks, Michael Moore. The Farce Doc? I watched Colbert already. The Conspiracy Doc? I said no thanks, Michael. Jesus. Doesn’t anyone else want to win an IDA in this lifetime?

But there, three pages in, I found my treasure. It’s called “Guys and Dolls”. I clicked it, and suddenly, my loneliness was pacified, placated and, POOF, gone for good.

Click here to kiss self-pity goodbye, and feel instantly, unequivocally better about being alone.

And if you’re not alone, watch it anyway, and share the absurdity with a friend. It’s that good.