Betty the Brave..well...actually, since my name is Grace and not Betty, it would be Brave Grace, but that doesn't sound half as cool...
I did something courageous the other day, for me at least. See, I have this horrible fear of being alone. Not in the "die alone" sense or that I don't like to have my own private space, but going out into public on my own. I can never just go out and see a movie by myself. Eating at a resteraunt is out of the question. And why would I ever go shopping on my own? Don't I have somebody to go with? And whenever I see somebody out on their own, holding their popcorn at the movie theater or eating by themselves at their own table, I get this terrible feeling of lonliness. I know that sounds absolutely stupid and a bit insulting to those people who have no problem with it, but hey...
I was supposed to be filming something with my friend on this particular day and we were going to get a sandwich at our little sandwich shop. I got there first and I ordered my sandwhich to eat in, meaning I got a plate and a table and sat down by the window to wait for her. She didn't show up for another twenty-five...
...and I ate that meal all by myself...
And afterwards? Well, I can't say I didn't feel a bit lonely or self-concious, but at some certain level I felt brave, like I had conquered some horrible one-eyed monster battling to make me put down my sandwich and go home where I could eat in my own room where no one could see me...
So, I'm brave. That's my conclusion. I looked "lonely" in the face and offered it none of my panini. So there!
* I love my Emma, the late comer of the sandwich shop. She rocks my world and gives me yougurt. | 
