I don’t have many friends, and for the first time in my life I feel perfectly content with that. It has taken me (almost) 25 years, moving 5,000 miles from home and many failed friendships to come to this realization. This was not an epiphany that occurred overnight, but definitely one that has been a long time coming.
I realize that sometimes people are just shitty friends, for the lack of a better term. Sometimes people are not worth your time. And I don’t need to keep them or their negativity in my life. And that has been the most freeing realization of all. I can walk away.
And I did just that: I stopped calling back the women who couldn’t (wouldn’t) make time for me. I deleted numbers of those who have talked down to me, and I unfriended two dozen accounts of people who haven’t spoken to me since they bullied me in High School. And you know what was left when I cut all of these people out? My Tribe.
My tribe. My Ride or Dies. My people. My friends. My family.
These are the ones worth my time. Worth my effort and love, because they give it back to me ten fold.
And so, I may be able to count my number of close friends on one hand, but those friends are my fingers, and make me the strongest fist.
With that I say Goodnight and may you have a wonderful day filled with Coffee, Cats and Cusswords