So…Let’s talk about one of the perks of being a grown up:
Most of the time, when you’re a grown up and people ignore your overtures for friendship, it’s really not a big deal. True story. I mean, it’s sad and all but nothing like it was when you were a kid.
Remember in junior high when that mean old Nicole said something awful and it was all dramatic and you thought your world was over? Yeah, you remember. That kind of drama doesn’t hurt so much as a grown up.
There are these moms at Stella’s dance studio…And no matter how hard I try, they just aren’t interested in being friends. I mean, they’ll respond if asked a direct question but they won’t include me in their conversations. They sit in a circle and talk and I sit on the outside I pipe in every now and then.
“Have you tried biting them? That works for me!”
The whole ‘they don’t want to be friends with me’ should really be okay. We can’t all be friends with everybody.
My job as a believer is to point them to Jesus and I can’t do that if I’m all ‘they won’t include me in their reindeer games!’
It reminds me of a quote I saw on Southern Kissed the other day:
“Girls compete with each other, women empower one another.”
So, let’s get to empowering.
Oooh! Oooh! Last week I typed in the name of a girl on Facebook that I used to be friends with in college and hit the ‘add friend’ button. And, whomp whomp whomp whomp, byou*, it said something like ‘this person declined your friend request.’ I remembered then that I’d tried to add her months ago. I quickly checked her friends list because I thought ‘well, maybe she just likes to be Facebook friends with people she hangs out with on a regular basis.‘ Nope, girlfriend has seven hundred and three friends.
I have to admit…I got a little huffy. So huffy, in fact that the next day at lunch I told an old college friend about it. I gave her the whole spiel. I told her ‘remember how we were such good friends and now she won’t even friend me on Facebook!
My friend stopped me and said ‘Um, Paula. Didn’t you get in a huge fight with her the last time you saw her? Remember you told her she was acting like a #$%@! ‘ **
And then I remembered. I remembered standing outside her apartment and having this huge dramatic fight. I remember distinctly calling her that name (I also remember it being true ; ) ) And I had TOTALLY FORGOTTEN IT. All I remembered was the crazy dance parties we used to have.
I guess me calling her that name wasn’t so empowering, huh.
So, chances are in ten years, I’m going to remember being besties with the other moms at the dance studio. And I’m going to try to Facebook them and one of y’all are going to have to say ‘Uh, Paula, remember you weren’t actually friends with those women.’
Y’all, clearly I need help.
*That’s the sound of the failure on the Price is Right. Clearly.