When I was growing up I didn’t get to choose my friends. It was a hindrance and a blessing.
It was a hindrance because of exactly what I said.
I am so literal.
There was such a small pool of kids that you pretty much had to hang out with everyone. I would also say that growing up in a small town made bullying pretty rampant. You were popular or you weren’t. There really wasn’t much of an in between in a town of 238 people.
It was a blessing because all of those women are my friends today. They were forced into it and for that I am so lucky. My elementary, my high school and my college friends are all still in my life. When I see them it goes right back to the last time we saw each other. There is no bad blood.
Basically because I am not a “bad blood” kind of girl.
Okay. That is not entirely true.
You do me wrong, I will remember. You lie to me, I will remember. You bluff me, I will remember.
I would be a great Soprano.
Like on the t.v show, not the singer….
Could you imagine what it must be like to be one of those people who keep a huge track record of who has “wronged them”. Or that they have “wronged” so many people that they have totally forgotten? How do they sleep at night? Icky.
Now, I get to choose my friendships.
Today, as an adult. I get to choose who is worthy of my time.
And that is also a hindrance and a blessing.
It was easier not having a choice. You just had to be friends with such and such because she was the only other girl living in town. Oddly it usually worked out pretty damn well.
Today, I do enjoy having a choice.
I like spending my time with those I want to spend time with.
And its working out perfectly.
So you, yeah you, you big jerk, take off, eh.