But I can't do it alone*

Funny things happen when you decide to live outside the coccoon. You let people in and then suddenly you're not same. You can't function as you did before.

I used to go to the movies all the time. Alone. All sorts of movies. Just me and my beverage. And I loved it. People are loud, some like to talk during the movie, all of them chat after it's over. I hated it. When I went to the movies I was a sponge - ready to absorb all I could and I tried keep the illusion for as long as possible (which is a hard thing to do if you're with people). And now I can't do it alone. It's her fault. I was Paris before she came along and I felt just fine. Now I need a sort of Gilmore movie partner. Damn!

*I can't do it alone, Chicago