You don’t lose friends, because real friends can never be lost. You lose people masquerading as friends, and you’re better for it. ~ Mandy Hale
Lately, Facebook has been full of people saying that they are changing their lives and they don’t care if they lose friends in the process. Is it true?
I am here to tell you that in the past two years, I have lost a lot of friends. People that I was sure were lifers for me, disappeared. I wasn’t prepared.
I am a social person. As much as I love time alone with a book, or a movie, or just time to sit with “me”, I really love to have people around.
I used to have friends over for dinner, play games, everyone would go out together and have laughs and great times and I was sure that those times made us solid. Then the break up happened. Not just my (now) Ex and I. But apparently my friends as well.
People stopped calling. I realize that for a while I was a downer. I was sad. I went through a hard break up, financial losses, the deaths of a few family members and friends, transitions in jobs… I could go on. I was rough, and I was alone. Or at least I felt that way.
I am now on the road to remembering who I am, what makes me smile, and really trying to work in being a better version of who I am. And I realize that there is no one around.
Don’t get me wrong. I have a few really solid friends, mostly in other cities, a couple in town. But the truth is, everyone else just seems to have forgotten.
I see them on Facebook, out “the gang” and I have never seen an invite, I make plans and they bail out all the time, we say “we need to meet up for Coffee/ dinner/ drinks” and it just never seems to happen.
Why am I posting this? Because you need to know. You need to know that taking that time to have coffee with a friend, inviting them out when you hang out with the group, realizing that it doesn’t bother them to be the only single one in a group of couples, makes a world of difference. Stop texting and saying how much you miss them and do something about it.
People have been asking me to start a blog. I’m sure that this isn’t what they had in mind for my posts. I’m sure that what was expected was a happier, hilarious Natalie, and she will re-appear. But this, this was weighing heavy on me and I needed to get it out.
Remember, to you, it might be a cup of coffee. To the other person, it might be the reminder that someone still wants them around. And it means the world.