Thursday is a weird day to have off work.

If it’s Tuesday or Wednesday, you know where to find me.

Recently Thursday switched with Tuesday and it’s a different story.

Today I decided to treat myself to a matinee showing at the movie theater. My ultimate decision came down to “Entourage” or “Mad Max: Fury Road.”

As serious internal debate raged as I weighed the validity of each option.

“Entourage” is a guilty pleasure of mine. How can it not be? It’s “Sex and the City” for men. I watched each and every episode of the show — and also have them all on my computer to pull up at a moment’s notice — and felt compelled to finish the run.

Then there was “Mad Max: Fury Road” and all of the praise it received from critics. Plus, it has all the makings of a great summer movie (tons of action and little plot).

Ultimately I decided on “Mad Max: Fury Road.” I could easily Redbox “Entourage” and not miss out on anything in the viewing experience that I would in the theater.

So I bought my ticket and went alone. If not for five other people who showed up five minutes before showtime, I would have been the only person in the theater.

I don’t mean this to be a sob story, actually the furthest thing from it. The movie was a blast (probably a much better pick than “Entourage”) and I don’t mind being alone.

Don’t get me wrong: I love hanging out with other people and being part of a team. In fact, I can’t wait to see my family in less than three weeks as they’re coming down to Georgia to celebrate me and my sister turning 30. Yeah, that one crept up fast.

But I truly don’t mind being alone. For the past eight years or so, I’ve been off on my own as I’ve embarked on creating my career from Maine to Texas and now Georgia.

Maybe being a journalist helped me learn how to function well alone. After all, you often chase a story by yourself, write by yourself, travel by yourself and all of that.

Some of the more recent positive happenings in my life have been after I branched out completely on my own. I did a solo road trip to New Orleans for WrestleMania 30 and loved every second of it after I got over the initial fear. I went to trivia alone the first few times, trying my best to hang tough with the better teams. I met my girlfriend after going to Terrapin Brewing Company alone on a spur of the moment.

I’m sure there are others and probably many more to come as I blaze my own trail.