Neurotic singles syndrome

A shockingly gorgeous day, blue skies missing any errant clouds, bright sunshine burning through your jacket. Perfect for a walk along a surprisingly dirty canal, littered with trash, an uncommon number of bottles, a higher than usual concentration of water fowl and annoyingly stupid pigeons on the walkway. It's not just the sunshine that lifts my mood, and makes the stray thought that I've been displaying signs of passive aggression not dissimilar to my mother in law less upsetting than it normally might have. Tanya's unhappy and fixated about a situation at work, not about what is, but what she thinks might be. Even a posting on Facebook sets her off. We listen, ask rude questions, debate and offer advice. Sometimes, it's a thwack on the back of the head that's needed (figuratively speaking, in case you had images of me assaulting her). Somya nailed it when she laughed about the neurotic singles syndrome. Each one of us has done it, wallowed in it, before the other came along with the sharp rap on the head to help you focus. Nothing everything is about you. Simple enough, but yet, so easily forgotten by us singletons, specialising in the knack of looking from without while ignore whats within. Seems like London is a fertile spawning ground for the likes of us....or is it being here that makes us this way? Like the internal clock that makes a large part of the animal kingdom follow it's migration paths, generation after generation... all roads lead to London for the neurotic singles to self obsess. Hey, we've all got to have a hobby!