No, we’re not going to discuss the BBC sitcom (which, in my opinion is highly underrated), but I am going write about what happens when you temporarily become a miserablist and hide in your fortress of solitude*
*back bedroom, with an Xbox One, Ashes to Ashes box set and Gin.
Last summer was mental; I turned 40, stayed in a suite in a five-star hotel in Funchal, partied with my mates on the island then came back and partied some more on my birthday (Leeds, Skylounge, because sometimes I’m a pretentious prick who forgets who he is). However, at the end of it all I felt a little empty, maybe it was the epic comedown, maybe it was the realisation that at 40 I might actually have to be grown-up for a change, I really don’t know. What I do know is that it hit me like a freight-train; all those years of being the party animal and the man who made everything happen on and off campus seemed to be extinguished in an instant.
I started to become withdrawn, convinced that I wasn’t worth anything and avoided anything remotely social. At the same time I would see my friends posting pictures of nights out on Bookface and I kept wondering why I wasn’t invited, I became convinced I’d been abandoned (thrown to the wolves, if you will). As much as I put on a big front and pretend to be a grumpy, misanthrope, I love people. I love my friends and I love meeting new people, sharing their experiences and learning from them. That’s how I’ve always worked, despite being painfully shy at times I force myself to get out there and say hello, usually it works well, though sometimes I over compensate and end up being a twat. Still, we all have our hobbies.
As New Years Eve loomed, I began to make plans to either leave the country and hide in a hotel somewhere or turn the house into a bunker and ride it out. At this point, in stepped my best friend of 38 years, wingman and surrogate younger brother. I’d been persuaded to go to a NYE dinner dance. He came over, stayed here with his girlfriend and for the first time since September I was sociable. Sort of.
Mike’s visit made me remember what I’d lost, but in the back of my swirling mind I was convinced that it still shouldn’t be down to me to organise everything; the question I kept asking myself was “Why should it always be me who organises nights out, why can’t I just sit back and let people invite me out for a change? Why am I always the catalyst?”
I pondered this over a lunch with one of my friends (yes, the irony being I went out to a restaurant to discuss not going out), I pretty much poured my heart out to her and she gave me a simple answer; “Paul, the reason why people wait for you to organise something is because you’re good at it. You always joked you were like Van Wilder, now stop being such an old woman about it and get back to doing what you do best”.
My one last fuck-up was not going to Newcastle for my friend’s 30th birthday. To be fair, there was a lot going on here, I was maxed out at work and I’d committed myself to a lot of other things. At the time it was the right thing to do, but on reflection I could have made it, given a few changes. Still, that’s nothing that can’t be fixed.
So that was it, I ever so gently I eased myself back into going out again, I switched off the voice in my head that told me I had to wait to be invited somewhere and just got on with it. The second howling irony is that in the last two weeks I’ve been on half a dozen nights out that have all been organised by other people and i haven’t had to lift a finger. I’ve met some old friends, some new friends and some very good acquaintances that are on the cusp of being friends, but I’m hoping they want job. I haven’t felt this loved and this alive in a long time. I feel….human.
I guess what I’m saying (in my usual verbose way) is that friendships should never be neglected, no matter what’s going on in your life it’s important to not forget the value of those around you. You don’t even need to be in the same city, as long as you have time to chat you will always be able to catch up and make plans for some real fun, even more so now that the summer is on its way.
I’m a very fortunate man, university, contracting, Twitter and gigs have exposed me to some of the most interesting, funny, warm and talented people I could ever have hoped to meet, just do me a favour and don’t ever let me forget it.
“Throw those curtains wide, one day like this a year would see me right”.