When you have no one to play badminton the court feels so empty and lonely that the excitement slowly fades into quiet disappointment while your racket sits unused beside you and the shuttlecock gathers dust making every free evening feel wasted and a little sad because the joy of smashing and rallying with someone is missing leaving you stuck practicing weak solo shots against a wall wishing someone anyone would just show up and turn that silence into laughter and friendly competition again.
Watching a movie alone hits different when the plot twists mirror my life choices.
Solo popcorn feasts where even the credits judge my weekend plans harder than friends ever could.