I’m a hard nut to crack. I’ll admit it.
The good friends that I have will tell you. I am in a holding pattern for about the first 5 years you know me. I’m guarded. I have walls up. But when those come down- you’ll get the mother load- maybe some tears, hold back my hair while I puke, and my apologies. I will be your friend for life- I just have a long hazing period. I’m like the friend mafia.
We moved to this town almost 5 years ago. Five years of meeting other moms, going to games, activities and the occasional social gatherings- and nothing. I can honestly say that I have not made one truly good friend connection… you know, the type of person that I can tell my boobs are sore and she wouldn’t look at me like I was hitting on her or hide her kids from me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve met people. Perfectly acceptable people. Dare I say, NICE people. I’m just not sure that they are people that would get me and my distorted brand of humor and linguistics. I certainly haven’t found a person that I was willing to let my wall down for.
I think that’s why finding friends online has worked so well for me. There was no wall. There was no threat of being judged. I just typed. And spewed. I held nothing back. My indiscretions were laid out for everyone to see. If it was too much for someone to take, they went away. But if there was a connection there, they stayed, they commented, they made me realize I wasn’t alone in being crazy.
And I wasn’t alone!
I have made so many good friends online. They’re real and so are the friendships. They get me, God help them, they get me. And it didn’t take me 5 years to realize all the things we have in common and to feel comfortable enough to tell them that I have blood in my stool and text them when I have had too much to drink! Like I said- good friends.
Thanks to the Internet, my holding pattern has been lifted, and what could have turned out to be a very lonely, sad life in this new town, is now just a sad life in a town with a pathetic woman with all of her friends in the computer. Yeah, that’s not weird at all.
This is terrific. I feel like we are so alike in most ways….except I NEVER have my guard up. You and I think a lot alike and I think it is wonderful that you spew your normalness so we all can feel normal too. Crazy is the new normal afterall! So…if you see comments from me often, please don’t think I am the weird internet freak with the pants off! Just someone who totally gets where you are coming from!
First, I am totally wearing pants. Of course they are Christmas pajama pants. They match my breast milk crusted maternity tank top…
My husband and I recently moved, and then I popped out a second baby, so I am just now starting to get out and try to make friends here… How I will manage that in my Star Wars T-shirt speckled with spit up, I am not sure. Any tips?
Good thing I have decent internet access here!
i’m new to your site! hiya!! lemmie just tell you, i’m wearing pants!!
So am I disqualified because I’m not wearing pants?
I agree online friends are the best though.
Thank goodness I’m wearing pants……. and I would totally would hold your hair while you’re puking….. and still love you!
I am wearing pants…but I am still in bed and its almost noon my time…comfortably perched here with my lap top catching up on my reader….I love your honesty, its way I come back for more as often as I can. Have a great day sista.
ps… I want my picture to show up. How.do.I.do.that?
I will so be your friend.
I soo get this. Blogging is like an auto filter, if someone can’t handle your personality, they can click away and you don’t even have to have the awkward first friend-date and then “lose” their number.
I totally can’t say that I’m always wearing pants though.
*shrug*
HAHAH!!! Reading backwards after being sent here by @barefootfoodie. I love it. I want to be your friend. You are quite the honest funny lady. It works. I am not near as funny on my blog but I would totally drunk text an internet friend before an inperson friend. It’s how I roll. I love my bloggy (and Twitter) friends for that. They helped me get through my break up. And they supported me in my new relationship.
PS – I am totally wearing pants cuz I’m at work. But I’m not wearing panties because I’m a rebel like that!
i have no idea how i got here, but i’m glad i did. i could have written this post, cuz i got walls. i’ve even got internet walls – that’s why i don’t use my real name. i’m still working on that.