My boyfriend is out of town and none of my friends are available this evening, which means I'll be sitting in my apartment, alone with my cat, scanning channels endlessly until I lower my standards and settle on something I'd really rather not watch but I'll do it just to pass the time.

Why do I feel like such a loser? It's not like I never go out or that I don't have any friends, and it's unrealistic to expect that I'd have an outing planned every single weekend. But still, I feel like some sort of shut-in whom nobody cares about while the world is out drinking beer and sustaining blisters from too-high heels. Am I imagining things? Does everyone else really have a fascinating life that I'm missing out on? Why can't I just be happy being by myself for a night?