So this is a theme for me especially since I moved back to Texas in 2009. What does it mean to be a friend? What does is mean to have a friend?
Honestly at the age of almost 44, I still don't really know. I feel like I have never really used that concept correctly. If you had asked me today how many friends do I have, my answer would be zero. But I know that isn't true.
Here is the thing, like what really makes someone your friend? I have a friend who lives in California. I love her. She truly treats my girls like they are her nieces. She calls to check on me. But there is a physical distance that keeps us apart.
I like to think I have local friends but this is the rub, if I can go weeks without seeing them, weeks without them reaching out, never get invited to anything outside of the box I fill, are they my friends? Maybe what I have are close acquaintances. On top of that is the feeling of being unthether because I changed jobs in October. So all of my work friends are gone. My current space feels at times really hostile and at other times really inviting. I really feel unbalanced.
Now back to the friendship thing. I know the problem is me. Like I have no doubt I'm the issue so if you consider yourself my friend and are really this, it isn't you, it really is me. Why do I feel so alone and disconnected? What does the fact that I have people I only see to work out with or people who use me as soundboard mean?
I do not know the friends of my friends. I do not get invited to anything outside of running/working-out or to listen to someone's issues. I don't get invited to parties. No one mentions going to events together as a group. I do hear about all of the cool things after but there is not invitation to actually join. I don't want to be in spaces where I'm not invited. Again, a me issue. I don't want to be told well you can come if you want. Or worse yet, well it is open to everyone so you know you can just show up. That is not a fucking invitation. That is your space and if you wanted me there then you would say that, right?
I'm rambling but I'm struggling. I haven't seen what I thought of as a friendly-face outside of my family and work in 3 weeks. No telling when if I'll ever see anyone again unless I go begging people for their time. I hate begging. I hate having to reach out especially when I'm feeling so raw.