I recently read a post by a blogging friend Sherry at Superexhausted and got sad. It was/is a lovely post about friendship. That true blue giggle girl bestie type of friendship. At the end of the post Sherry asked her readers to comment who their true blue friend was and I was stumped…..
I didn’t have anyone to write. Forever ago I had a million friends. I was a social butterfly in my twenties and early thirties. I would make plans and then invite 5 other friends to all meet up. I was a total party girl and out all night every night and then the other day I couldn’t name a friend. My heart hurt, a lot. I don’t get invited to lots of parties, asked to go somewhere fun with my family for the day and I feel if I don’t make plans with people they don’t make plans with me. I have girlfriends that I talk to daily but who is my best, true blue friend…I don’t know. I have friends that I enjoy and that we laugh together but life is hectic with work, kids, family and even with the best of intentions we never hang out like we should.
No matter how hard I thought of who to name in Sherry’s post everyone I thought of was either a new friend I felt silly adding such a huge attachment to because they might find me pathetic and stalker-esque or old friends that have drifted far enough that I should know better and not label them for fear of feeling pathetic too.
Are there down times in life where you just don’t have that bestie type pal?
Or am I just doomed for life with no Lucy to my Ethel?