Seeking Happiness: The Making Of May | Page 37

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.