Saturday morning and afternoon, I found myself with some extra alone time on my hands. Bob had gone to work at New York Comic Con and my other plans with a friend fell through, so I was left wondering what exactly to do with myself.
Oh, there was plenty I could have done. Like mop the floors, put a pile of papers through the shredder or fold the laundry. Instead, I flipped through some Thanksgiving-themed magazines, made Nutella fudgesicles, brushed up on some old AFI songs (more on this later) and took a short walk through Astoria Park. In all fairness, I picked up some groceries so the day wasn’t completely unproductive. But more on the park because no one wants to read about my food shopping adventures. Although I do have much to say on the topic. Like, why doesn’t the store carry chocolate-covered almonds? Or chocolate Pop-Tarts, for that matter?
The park was surprisingly empty for a gorgeous weekend afternoon, but that’s what made it so wonderful. When alone, I tend to take more notice of my surroundings and find myself looking up more and really taking it in.
Of course when you’re looking up, it means you’re not looking down. So, while Instagramming this picture of the Hell Gate bridge, I noticed that the grass below me felt particularly soft. When I looked at my shoe, there was a nice smear of dog shit all over the bottom. And it was really in those crevices, you know? But look at the picture that came of it! Worth it? Er…
I rarely just “hang out” with myself. This is not including, running errands, commuting to work or internet/tv time and things of that nature. Things more along the lines of taking a leisurely walk, seeing a movie or just sitting at a café with a cup of coffee. It’s fun to share these pleasurable experiences with other people, but once in a while, it’s cool to do it with me and me alone. As it turns out, I kinda’ like my own company.