There’s nothing highlights your singledom like being ill. As you lie there coughing and sneezing you realise there’s no one there to help you out, provide sympathy, pop to the shops for more lemon and ginger. It’s just you, the TV, and a big pile of snotty tissues.
Couldn’t sleep at all last night. I was so unbelievably hot. Yet every time I moved I got cold chills. A bit better today but not 100%. Not sure if I’m going to go to work tomorrow. Guess I’ll just see how I feel in the morning.
What really annoys me the most is the stuff I’d planned to do. Go to the cinema, go to the park, type up my script re-writes. Can’t do any of those because I’m stuck indoors, and staring at a computer screen hurts my eyes. And I feel too crappy to do any yoga today, which ends my do-some-every-day-since-the-start-of-November streak. Then again there’s no point punishing yourself to keep a streak going. It’s just yoga after all.
But it’s the not having anyone there thing that really stands out. It’s bad enough always having to find people to go to gigs with, but this is when being single really sucks. I need to do something about that (once I’m feeling better that is).
Just got back from the Dave Gorman show at the Hammersmith Apollo; his ‘Sit down, pedal, pedal, stop and stand up’ show which he took on tour last year (and which I just missed out on in Carlisle when I was up there for my brother’s wedding, though bizarrely enough he did cycle through the village my parent’s live in). It was excellent! Out of respect for Dave I can’t tell you anything about it. All I can say is, if you’re a fan, go and see it; you will not be disappointed.
The reason this was my new thing this week is because I went on my own. Not exactly ground breaking you might think, but it was new to me. And a bit odd too. I mean it wasn’t a real problem except at two points. One was the intermission, where I had literally nothing to do for a good 20 minutes. I didn’t need the loo, I didn’t have enough money for a drink, I just had to sit there and wait. Now technically this was an excellent opportunity to practice my mindfulness. Unfortunately for me I cracked; I called my twin brother and we chatted for the entire intermission. It was lovely to speak to him, but I did feel a bit of a failure (and I’m not even sure what at?).
The second was at a point in the show where you had to interact with the person next to you. This of course pre-supposes you know at least one of the people next to you (though the joke was that if you didn’t it’d be a bit awkward). This also pre-supposes the is someone next to you. I was in an aisle seat, and the two next to me never showed up, so they were empty. So there’s me, on my own and physically isolated from the rest of the audience, I can’t say it was a brilliant position to be in.
Now the moment didn’t last very long, and I’m sure no one else really noticed it, but I felt a bit sad at that point, that I was there on my own, with not even a stranger to interact with. It didn’t last long, and let’s not pretend I’m scarred for life, but I have to say on reflection that shows are better if you can find someone to go with you. But! don’t go missing out just because you can’t. There’s nothing wrong with going to shows on your own, it’s just funner with company. That’s what I reckon anyway, so there. 😛