The worst part of any group activity is the group. That’s why it’s so liberating to realize you can do a “social” pursuit by yourself. For years, I thought I could only golf if I convinced at least one friend to go with me. That meant I only went about once a year, which tells you exactly how many friends I have. But recently, I played nine holes by myself. It was amazing. Don’t get me wrong, my golfing skills were still an affront to God and man. I went over par by at least a baker’s dozen on every hole, and, after losing a ball in the water on my very first shot of the day, I took an illegal mulligan and lost two more balls in the exact same spot. But because I was there alone, I didn’t have to spend the entire time apologizing to the rest of my foursome. I wasn’t bringing down shame on the entire group, just on myself, which didn’t bother me at all since I don’t have standards. And the best part was there were no witnesses. Nobody would ever know what happened out there, unless I b…
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