A funny thing happens when you split off from your group to
wander around alone in Disneyland. No matter how happy you are, people assume
you are a sad, lonely, depressed loser who could probably be the star of the
next Stephen Chbosky novel.
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| Pictured: Absolute misery, obviously. |
Actually, being alone can bring some of the most fun
memories of all. You get to make all your own choices. Rest when you feel like
resting, ride whatever you like, irresponsibly spend all your money on cheap
souvenirs and ice cream shaped like Mickey’s head. Plus, on some rides, they
have what are called “Single Rider Lines”, where you basically walk into the
exit and look pitiful at a few employees until they move you to the front of
the line.
But there is a downside to all this special treatment: when
you ride the single rider lines, you encounter other single riders. And some of
them are the ones who just really, really don’t
want to be in Disneyland alone.
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| "ISN'T THIS GREAT?!?!?!?!?!" |
Instead of moping, these people exude enthusiasm. It doesn’t
matter that all of their friends are killjoys and didn't want to come with them. They are going to have the gosh darned best time in the history of
all good times, and no one is going to stop them.
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| Not pictured: Personal bubble |
As a result, you end up more smothered than if you had just
gone with someone else. Not to mention all the unwanted knowledge of strangers’
life stories you end up gaining.
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| "Um." |
But hey, on the bright side, you can act like a complete
immature child and absolutely no one will know.
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| Except for the other 2 million people who are currently making you claustrophobic. They might know. |
