I Feel So Alone

When boarding a ferry at Rosslare, passengers, myself being one of them, were warned that the weather was so bad that the crossing to Fishguard might have to be postponed overnight. There was a lot of grumbling. Anyway, someone in authority decided that the risk was worth it.

The majority of us sat in the bar, but I quite liked the way the vessel was rolling so I went up on deck and stood at the rail, luxuriating in the wind and seaspray. I moved away when I realised that everyone else taking the breeze was puking over the side. So, reluctantly I joined the majority in the saloon.

One by one, people got up and left, abandoning their whiskey, their gin and tonic, their pints of Guinness. Eventually i realised I had the whole place to myself. There were hundreds (or maybe only scores) of passengers, and I was the only one to be unaffected by seasickness. I mean, I was affected, but not the same way. I felt left out of a community experience.

Ironically, upon disembarking at Fishguard, I felt wretched because i'd finished off my sisters' drinks rather quickly. Pity to pay and waste. Didn't even get the chance to get properly drunk. Blurgh