Making Friends...

I don’t remember much about my childhood, I was probably very popular (I mean it is me!) but I didn’t have a lot of friends. I think even then I had already developed my paranoia about human nature- let me tell you now I don’t trust anyone- not even myself- I was going to trust my son, but he lost that chance by learning to say daddy before he learnt how to he say mummy! Like his dad was the one in labour for 36 hours- like (deep breath… anyway that’s a blog topic for another day….)

But yh, I’ve always found it difficult to make friends; I remember when I was in my late teens my few friends used to tease me that they get paid by my mom to be my friends and apparently my boyfriend (who is now my husband) got paid extra to date me. (It is not true! If it is, my mother chose the wrong friends for me because the stuff these ‘friends’ got me involved in!!!! {straight face} )

Anyway, the older I get the more I understand the importance of having friends, my problem is I have mastered the act of not making friends and alienating the few I have- but luckily for me I got a blackberry, and I added an old school friend who in turn invited me to a blackberry group called JM.

At first I resisted; but this group has been fantastic for me; they helped me through some of my darkest moments without even knowing it. I have never met such strong, intelligent, crazy ladies all in one place in my life. And most important of all, they, unlike many people I meet, accepted me just as I am- when I want to be weird they let me, when I get bored of that they welcome me back….

So now when people say to me I have no friends I smile because despite the ocean separating me and some of the members of the group, I know I have many friends, who will laugh with me, wipe my tears and tell me off when I start acting like a tilapia fish.

This not the first time I’ll make friends with people in this manner, indeed over the years especially in my mid-teens I made a lot of friends over the net, the difference is I know for sure these ones wont tie me in some basement and make me their sex slave.

How does one make friends? Well first thing first; be true to yourself, one of the mistakes I made when I was younger was being who people wanted me to be as opposed to being myself- it made me unhappy. Be yourself, people that like people like you would be drawn to you- it weeds out unnecessary friends.

Also join groups, any group, your local library reading club- or even volunteer. Go out of your comfort zone, not only would you be exposed to new things, it allows you to understand yourself more.

Am I an expert at making and keeping friends now? No, but I’m getting there; since I embraced who I am it’s been easier… it wasn’t easy being the only person from Planet Tiny but now I think I’ve blended well with you Earthlings.

(Fake Gym Partner and RizzyPizzy- a paragraph won’t do you justice - I promise to dedicate a blog each to you… lmao can’t wait)