I am someone that people are generally friendly with, but not friends with.It's starting to get to me lately. Obviously there's something I don't do that I should be doing, or would need to be doing, in order for people to feel comfortable around me. But I don't know what that is.
It's screwed up. I have a boyfriend, but virtually no girlfriends. Sorry, I mean girl friends, not girlfriends (although I haven't got any of those, either, but that's probably for the best, considering).
I do have a couple of girl friends. At least one, anyway. And I definitely appreciate that. But I don't have, like, chicks I chill with regularly. I don't have guy friends either, but that's not much of an issue, since James is a boyfriend and a best friend in one.
Maybe I expect too much. Just because I've never bonded with anyone I've worked with, that doesn't mean I can't bond with anyone. I mean, I work with girls with different interests and lifestyles than me. Then again, I can't meet girls with lifestyles like mine, because our lifestyles involve staying home nights and reading books or playing with pets.
Maybe I need some neo-hippie friends or something. I'm vegan, pagan, love animals, hate the top 40 or whatever the hell hits, and I look good in earth tones. I even burn incense.
Oh wait ... I don't smoke weed. It makes me paranoid and screws with my asthma. FUCK, it's always something.
Besides, it's hard to meet hippies in a brand new subdivision filled with yuppies and uppies (erm ... that would be yuppies without the "young" factor). Oh well, at least they all have dogs. Have I mentioned how much I love dogs? Does anyone with a dog want to be my friend? Better yet, a dog, and hippie tendencies?
Oh, who cares.
The thing is, I just want a few more friends who don't live in faraway cities or countries. People with just the right mix of quirkiness and dorkiness ... and a dash of the pagan/hippie spirit.
I should place a personal ad.
But the people I'd want to befriend wouldn't read personal ads, anyway, except for the amusement-at-another-poor-bastard's-expense factor.
It doesn't matter right now, really, does it? I'll meet friends when I meet them. I'll figure out where to go and what to do to meet the right people. I will. Just not right now. Right now I'm going to play with the rats and read about herbal remedies.
Bye bye.
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