We went to a party. I was as interesting as a cheese and onion pasty.
I wanted to say to everyone: “Just once, just for one night – no boring conversations.”
But then the onus would be on me. They were already trying their best. I didn’t know what I wanted.
I told them about things I had seen when I was walking home from work.
A lost boot. A dead rat. A whole stack of discarded lottery tickets, blown all across the pavement.
Cars were going past and I didn’t stop to pick up the tickets and check if there were any winnings.
But then I did, for some reason, start thinking about an old school friend.
He was a funny guy.
But the specific memory I had was of him leaving our school assembly in tears.
His uncle had passed away that morning.
I remembered sitting there, not listening to the assembly, hoping he was ok.
Some lottery tickets that had blown further down the road than the others and I was tempted to casually pick one up, thinking I could do it so quick no one driving past would notice.
But I didn’t. I was thinking about whether there was a way to get back in touch with old friends.
Someone suggested that there were several websites that could be used to keep in touch with old friends.
Obviously, I knew about these already. I had not taken the opportunity up until now, and I probably wouldn’t go looking for old friends first thing tomorrow morning.
Maybe everyone else realised this was a dead end, but I was just thinking about something else.
Then someone proposed a game. Something fun. Someone burped. Someone laughed.
I laughed too.