I can't tell you if this will change me fundamentally for ever and ever as a person or whether it will just open my eyes a bit more to peoples' humanity and reduce my own insecure need to 'not put myself out there' for fear of rejection, but I have noticed that I've made a lot more friends in the past couple of weeks.
No man is an island. All of us need to ensure that we have a good diversity of friendships in our lives, it is essential to our mental health. In order to promote this we need to change the negative, hardening messages our boys receive from an early age. 'Be strong, boys don't cry, tough it out, don't show pain, be brave my little soldier, man up, you wuss!'
I had always thought that these 'friendships' just fizzled out. When one party has spent the entire relationship nodding, 'mmm'-ing and offering discarded advice, there's not a great deal to cling on to. But I was having dinner with a friend last week, and she mentioned the people in her life who she was currently in the process of 'phasing out'.
When women get stressed they release the hormone oxytocin. This hormone makes women want to chat with their friends and open up about why they are feeling the strain. Interestingly, by opening up and sharing women release more oxytocin, which is thought to calm us and would therefore help to relive some of the original stress we felt.
If you're a single woman, it's highly likely that the most annoying things you encounter on a daily basis aren't bad dates or jerks hitting on you while you're on the train. Rather, it's the 'wisdom' that your friends, family and strangers on the street love to dispense when the subject of your single-dom comes up.
Every once in a while, I stand in front of my wardrobe and hate everything in it. Things have either become too small, too big, too old or I just feel meh about them. Put this alongside some dubious fashion purchases that have only been worn once, or in some cases not at all, and suddenly the desire for new clothes becomes overwhelming.
As I got out of the car, an elderly homeless man, barely able to walk, was crying. I stopped and asked him if I could help. He asked for some water and then cried again saying he was sorry to have to ask me for anything. I got him water, some food that was light enough to carry gave him the items and five dollars and got into my car and burst into tears.
Frustrated online Scrabblers are left with is the unwelcome sight of a new version of the Facebook-hosted game which some have described as "brash" and "vulgar". The rankings they have built up over long periods of participation, some players having many games on the go at any one time, have been lost, utterly and without warning.