When I was in my teens, I was my own bestie.
Sure, I had friends, but I still had fun being solo.
Back then, there were no Xbox Kinects or Wii or even the iPad, but I always love settling down in my room, dancing and singing to the top of my lungs in full rock star Madonna attire whilebanging like crazy on my brother’s drums on that ddrum Standard Drum Throne at musician’s friend.
I know I might look crazy, but it is not so embarrassing when no one is around (unless of course, when my mom gets too noisy and would suddenly burst in – especially if I forgot to lock my door!).
Did I look like a sad loser?
I don’t think so.
I truly enjoyed my time alone and I never felt like I was missing anything.
What others think didn’t matter to me.
I was too busy being fab!