Going it alone…
I am a social being and really enjoy nothing more than being in the thick of a great group of people. Society says that we should nearly always be with another person for fear of looking like we have no friends or a loner. The only acceptable past times to partake in alone appear to be walking and running and even then many chose to have a friend with them.
I enjoy being alone sometimes. I have some friends that hate it. They get jittery and find themselves reaching for their phones to organise company at the mere mention of it.
On Monday night I had dinner all on my own. I went to a concert all on my own. I said no to joining others for a drink afterwards all on my own. I had a fantastic night, all on my own.
This evening on my own came about very spontaneously. I was desperately looking for tickets to go see Gary Barlow in The Olympia but couldn’t find any. Then at 4.30pm on the day of the gig one ticket became available. I didn’t hesitate for one second and jumped at it!
Dinner was in Crackbird. A fantabulous and trendy chicken joint in Dublin where whole and half chickens are served in buckets with sides. I sat beside a gay couple and, because I was on my own, secretly observed their relationship dynamic as I ate my half chicken with my fingers.
I just took it all in. I observed everyone and everything. I was in the moment.
I then went along and joined the Q to get into The Olympia to see Gary Barlow perform. I was so excited to get a last minute ticket via a request I put out on twitter… twitter can solve almost everything. So I headed into the venue and found a perfect space in front of a barricade for me to lean on and only three meters from the front of the stage.
Everyone had someone with them. Except me and, ironically, the guy standing beside me. I knew he was on his own and he knew I was on my own but I resisted to urge to strike up a bit of friendly chat. I was happy being on my own. A group of 40yr old women shuffled up beside me and I was so tempted on may occasions to answer some of their questions they were asking each other. I knew the answers and would normally pipe up but I held back and just let them figure it out for themselves.
The warm up act came on. Everyone appeared to paused for a few minute and then resumed talking. I instead stood and listened to her sing and chat. Her name is Nell Bryden and she was fabulous. She gave a lovely little intro to each song; what it meant to her and where it came from. Here is one of her songs that I really liked It’s not like loving you.
Then came the main act. Gary. Oh Gary! He was brilliant. He took to the stage with a magnificent twinkle in his eyes, had lots of energy, banter and didn’t take himself too seriously.
And best of all, I got to watch every moment of it without being distracted by anyone. OK, I admit, I sent a few tweets but that was it. Gary had my full attention for the concert. I’d only love to be able to say that he noticed!!
So what’s the moral of this post…. do some stuff on your own every now and then. Plug out from your phone – I am a slave to mine and it is one of my resolutions to lift my head from my phone more often than I do.
Take in your surroundings. Savour everything. There is a lot happening around us that we are missing out on.