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Chatting to a friend or a group is nice, but sitting alone is amazing.
On my days off I quite enjoy going into town and getting a corner table; either reading; studying; catching up on text messages or group chats; or generally just staring out the window thinking about sweet fuck all.
My other half thinks it’s a waste of money - and whereas it’s true that coffee at a retailer is ludicrously expensive for what it is; I’m paying for the chance to sit somewhere else and just do my own thing. The caffeine juice is just a nice bonus.
One of my guilty pleasures is going into the local city centre in the week running up to Christmas; sitting in a coffee shop in a shopping centre atrium or near a window overlooking a concourse or walkway; and just peoplewatch. It’s interesting to watch someone walk for thirty or forty seconds and try to figure out their life story leading up to that moment.
I suppose in that moment, I’m not alone at all, I’m in company with everyone.
Took me years to understand this myself. Dining alone, coffee alone, sitting by a body of water alone. Spending time with yourself is awkward at first, but, it’s amazing.
