Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone. Drink alone, and the world assumes you must be weeping, and silently judges you for your lack of a drinking buddy. But… why? Are we so uneasy with the idea of independence in the face of crowds that the simple act of grabbing a drink sans companion(s) is not only semi-stigmatized, but almost looked down upon? Eating alone hardly carries the same baggage (though, to be fair, you have to eat to live), and most coffee shops are basically designed for parties of one.