Amos Lee…in concert…House of Blues. That was what the invite was for. I for one LOVE Amos Lee so regardless of which of my friends was going I was going to be there. Funny thing about me is that once in a blue moon, particularly when I am going through a rough time, I will isolate from all my friends. Probably not the best decision to make, but I really don’t want to be Debbie Downer who brings them into my mess, so instead I stay away until things are more manageable. I haven’t seen “the group” for almost a month, and tonight I decided to come out of hiding and see everyone. I miss them and despite the shit that is going on in my life, I figured I could fake it for one night and go out and have fun.
We were all supposed to meet for dinner at 6:30 tonight. I bailed last minute due to a lovely little thing, called a migraine. I only get migraines when I am stressed out, I have had two in the past week. Today being a pretty bad one. So, I plan on meeting everyone at House of Blues to hear the wonderfully talented Amos Lee and hang out with my friends. I get there 15 minutes before showtime. Guess what…no one is there. Not a single one of my friends is there yet and the place is packed. I grab a spot, a GREAT spot and then wait for them to arrive. They all show up 45 minutes later and tell me where they are standing. During that 45 minute interval, the place packs out even more and I cannot move. It is wall to wall people and I feel a little bit like cattle. Not wanting to brave the masses, I tell them where I am at and they tell me to come to them. First off, I got there first and have a great spot for us all. Second, I can’t move even if I wanted to without pretty much injuring myself to get through the throngs of people. Needless to say I am kind of pissed. Yet at the same time I had great time.
You see…going to a concert all by myself is on my “bucket list”. My list is not written down, but more or less documented points in my head of things I should try at least once. I am highly extroverted, on the Myers Briggs personality test, I tested in the upper 90th percentile on the extroversion scale. I HATE HATE HATE doing things by myself. Tonight I was forced to. I literally could not move, and didn’t see my friends the whole night. At first I felt like a total loser as I was surrounded by couples and there I am without a friend in sight. However, as the night went on, I become more comfortable and realized that I probably would have never been able to cross this off my list had I not been forced into this situation. So for that I am thankful. I also learned something new about myself. The world will not come to an end if I have to do something by myself. I will be just fine and the world will keep on spinning. Doesn’t mean that I like it anymore, but next time there is a show that I want to see and I can’t find anyone to go with me, I’m gonna go anyway. I’m a single girl living in a single world and who knows maybe someday I will miss the days that I could go somewhere with just me. Until next time…
rs,
Tales of a Twenty-Something 