So, see now...here's the deal. I'm not anti-social.* But neither am I, in the words of my darling Max when describing himself, "virulently social". I'm just sort of..y'know...there. I'll talk to strangers sometimes, don't really like being talked to by waitfolks, will compliment strangers on their clothes, get chattier when I'm drinking, that sort of thing. At a party, I don't need to be worried about, Max can go wander off and do his thing and be assured that I won't feel neglected or ignored or pissed off when he returns. Provided I don't find out he's drunk all the beer while I'm not looking, that is.
But, I find myself in this weird kind of place. I ... have no friends. Ok, that's not entirely true. I have BFF, but she lives in Nebraska, so getting together for coffee talk or a movie is a leeeeetle cumbersome. I have Jane, but again - KANSAS! All of Max's friends were also in the BFF/happy hour circle, so I kinda-sorta knew them before, but in a weird way, I just..I...don't feel like I earned them on my own?? Does that make sense?
The bald-assed truth is, when I got divorced, I lost all of my friends. Ok, not all - I got to keep one. (I guess she needs a psuedonym. Um, we'll call her PT - long story.) I mean - it's not like I got drummed out of the corps or anything, but...I wasn't just divorced, I was alone. And the Ex can talk about how nobody "knows" him anymore all he wants, he still had folks around him. I didn't.
Maybe I suck at cultivating friendships. I fully accept that I am lazy and that I just don't know what to do. I ..call? and...um...ask? But it feels like I DO that stuff and ...I get turned down. So then what? This shit is hard enough when I have the possibility of free alcohol and sex involved, but when I don't? Good lord. OK, that's not fair - friendship is far more important and longer lasting and I KNOW THAT, OK??? If I didn't believe that or know that, I WOULDN'T BE WRITING ABOUT IT ON THE INTERNET, GET OFF MY BACK. heh.
feh. I'm just afraid of finding myself all alone again. Whether it was my choice or not, it fucking sucked. In so many ways, I am so happy with my life. I feel better about me, and the decisions I make and the way I function every single day. I love Max - but I need more people in my life than just him. Everybody needs more than just their boy/girl/gerbil-friend in their life in order to be healthy.
Soooo...the point...there is one, I swear. How do I make friends? Seriously, I uh...don't know how to like, y'know..um...meet people. Work contacts are out because they all know I'm insane and I'm sort of isolated from everybody there anyway. Folks at the gym?? Looking up book groups on the internet? Knitting classes? A sandwich board on the side of I-35? I..I um...seriously...don't know. How do folks just like, go out and...MEET people?? I'm not a complete social retard, but I'm apparently a little developmentally delayed. Help?
*I am however just a tad drunk while writing this, so yeah...bear that in mind.
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I can commiserate, although not contribute. I sit "friendless" as well. I think the best way to start is maybe to invite a large group of people over? HAve an open house if you live in a community that would be cool to do that in? Gah. I'm soooo little help in this department. Maybe Jane can help.
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