aback by their willingness to embrace
something that I personally enjoy and to try to
take something away from the experience.
By the end of the workshop the idea of being in
physical contact with all of these people, who
were still somehow strangers, seemed oddly
normal. However, there was one thing which
still really made me uncomfortable, something
that I wouldn’t have anticipated. For some
reason, I was startled by being addressed by
my first name and eye contact was so painful
that if I couldn’t look away I’d at least find
myself squinting. I’m still not sure why, or what
this says about me as a person. Perhaps I
thought they would see into my soul and
realise that I was not craving all of this
attention; I am actually quite a fan of alone
time. I can thank the workshop for making me
realise that should I find myself a little lonely,
new to a city, I am probably only feeling needy
and alone because there is nobody there in
that moment to look after me – but if they
were there, I’d probably be looking forward to
them buggering off so I can put on my comfies
and watch Location, Location, Location.