The Calling last night was less fun than usual, for some reason. I might just have been tired (it seems to be my normal state of being, after all), or I might have been in the wrong mood, but it seemed more than usual that most of the people I go there to see were busy talking to their other halves, or to better friends than me, and were difficult to prise away from these people for more than a few minutes at a time. So, more than usual, I felt like a fifth wheel, drifting around the place distracting various people from the people they really wanted to be talking to.

Over the last six months or so I've said to various people that the one thing I missed most from being in a relationship was the unlimited supply of hugs, and therefore that as long as I have a few huggy friends being single is perfectly bearable. Normally this seems to work fairly well for me, but it's at times like this that I feel slightly as if something else is missing, which is that it would occasionally be nice to be special to someone. Instead of having lots of friends who are pleased to see me when I go over and say hello to them, it would be nice if there were at least one or two people who would spontaneously come over and say hello to me once in a while, because that way I wouldn't feel as if I was doing all the work.

Of course this is not entirely justified; there are a few people who do that, notably the Gallery people. Perhaps they just had less energy than usual last night, or something. Ah well.