So, it turns out, my friends are the best. They’re so super supportive of me and friendly to me, even when I’m bossy and demanding. I don’t know why I’m always so surprised when people actually express interest in getting to know me, seeing as how I have such high self-esteem. Oh well. It’s one of the many dichotomies that make up who I am.
Sometimes, when all my friends are too busy/broke/not interested in the slightest to go to a concert with me, I’ll wander around the house in my slippers bitterly thinking that everyone hates me. But that’s just me being silly. This past year has really opened my eyes to the fact that maybe, just maybe, I have surrounded myself with wonderful, amazing people who care about me and want the best for me.
There’s nothing like going through a major breakup to bring one closer to existing friends and to find new ties to acquaintances. Everyone was concerned about me, willing to listen, to help. I created a very solid foundation that made the transition from ‘living with the boyfriend’ to ‘single and sitting in my apartment alone ‘cause my roommate works nights’ (well, used to) very easy. And I am so appreciative of that. I made a rule early on that I could never sit home alone for more than one night in a row, and I very rarely broke it, thanks to my friends always accommodating me.
In addition, I was told by a friend whom I admired very much that I was one of their favorite people. This floored me. Really? Me? But you’re so cool! How is that possibly true?!
But I think the thing that really blew me away was at my first improv show. I invited a lot of people . . . somewhere around 25 or so, and more than half showed up. It was amazing. I was amazed. Even people I had forgotten to invite showed up. I had an entourage and I was proud.
So I guess what I’m saying is: never give up on your friends, because they will never cease to amaze you.
Ooo. Sappy.
Kthxbai.
Sometimes, when all my friends are too busy/broke/not interested in the slightest to go to a concert with me, I’ll wander around the house in my slippers bitterly thinking that everyone hates me. But that’s just me being silly. This past year has really opened my eyes to the fact that maybe, just maybe, I have surrounded myself with wonderful, amazing people who care about me and want the best for me.
There’s nothing like going through a major breakup to bring one closer to existing friends and to find new ties to acquaintances. Everyone was concerned about me, willing to listen, to help. I created a very solid foundation that made the transition from ‘living with the boyfriend’ to ‘single and sitting in my apartment alone ‘cause my roommate works nights’ (well, used to) very easy. And I am so appreciative of that. I made a rule early on that I could never sit home alone for more than one night in a row, and I very rarely broke it, thanks to my friends always accommodating me.
In addition, I was told by a friend whom I admired very much that I was one of their favorite people. This floored me. Really? Me? But you’re so cool! How is that possibly true?!
But I think the thing that really blew me away was at my first improv show. I invited a lot of people . . . somewhere around 25 or so, and more than half showed up. It was amazing. I was amazed. Even people I had forgotten to invite showed up. I had an entourage and I was proud.
So I guess what I’m saying is: never give up on your friends, because they will never cease to amaze you.
Ooo. Sappy.
Kthxbai.
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