Yesterday morning was my 30th birthday and I was waking up in New York City. Even now as I am writing this, the lights of Times Square vibrate through the hotel room window to my right, and I wonder how did I get here? I mean, I know by what mode of transportation (plane obviously), but why at this point in my life, at this moment? Who can say. I wished for it, I got a lot of help to make it happen, and yet as I sit here with the city all around me, I find myself pondering over a lot of things.
Well this week I had my phone stolen and that wasn’t great. My reaction to it was interesting though; and I realised I wasn’t as traumatised as I thought I would be. I mean, I wasn’t robbed at knife point or anything, I just left my phone in a coffee shop for a few minutes and when I remembered it and returned, it was gone. I was mostly angry at myself.
London is a lonely place.”
I remember hearing that a lot from new friends when I moved back to London from Essex. I was working in admin doing data entry at the time, saving up to fund an introductory counselling course and looking for ways the get the hell out of Essex. And when I finally did, I had grandiose dreams of returning to my home city and finally gathering that cool, lifelong group of friends I had seen on all those city-based sitcoms. But as it turns out, London really is a lonely place.
This week I realised that I have been in a rut. You know what I mean; nothing is wrong exactly but things aren’t exactly right either. I get up, go to work, come home, feel tired and eventually go to bed. Sometimes if I’m not too tired I’ll go to the gym. And on and on it goes. Rut, rut, rut.
I want to follow up on my previous blog post about being a single friend. Every so often as a writer you might write something that almost says everything you want it to say, but not quite. I probably didn’t get to the heart of what I wanted to say because it would have been too long, so here’s the second part I guess.
FRIEND ALERT! FRIEND ALERT! YOUR SINGLE FRIENDS NEED YOU!
Are you one of a twosome, head over heels and goo goo eyed in your love bubble? Have you perhaps forgotten what it’s like to be single and a part of the minority, rather than the majority? Still got single friends who you no longer understand?
Then this post is for you!
I have been inspired this week! Not by a beautiful sunset or anything to do with nature and going outside, but by the wonders of technology. Or more precisely I have been listening to the audio book version of Aziz Ansari’s new book Modern Romance; which goes into depth about online dating, our obsession with our phones, and technology trying to nudge us towards real human interaction.
I like my space. You can ask any of my friends, because I never see them, what with the importance of having my own space and all. OK, I’m only half joking, I see them sometimes. OK but really, my personal space is very important to me.
Everything will be fine.
Just keep going and it will all turn out great in the end.
On the bright side, at least I wasn’t mugged at knife point on my way home.
It is hard to stay positive when you’re surrounded by negativity. And as you can see from my three examples above, my attempts at staying positive can tend to become desperate and half-hearted as time goes on.Continue reading “Positive negatives”
Why are we all so god-damned busy?! I don’t mean jam-packed-but-organised-day kind of busy, I mean task-on-top-of-task-on-top-of-a-never-ending-to-do-list kind of busy. Maybe it’s just me but I struggle to remember the last time in my adult life post-university, where I lay around and let nothingness occupy my mind. The ‘good old days’ is what we call them now.