Alone for a while.

I've been doing improv by myself for a while, and it feels very wrong. There is something depressing to it. The same sort of sentiment exists for someone who drinks alone. Happy or sad, it doesn't seem to matter. Out in the middle of no where, in some field, walking around all by yourself. After a while you switch back and forth and do silly things, and once in a while you say something as loud as you can, and no one hears you. You should be feeling happy, or at least, you shouldn't be thinking how this isn't right, that someone should be there, but you do. You do, and even if it wasn't the case at all before, you feel sad. If you've been drinking, I'm not sure what you do at that point, but if its improv, the scene stops, and you sit down, and you cry.