“I don’t like people.”
I find myself saying this at least twice a day; sometimes a dozen depending on daily events. On most levels, it’s very much true. I don’t do well in social settings. I feel uncomfortable, awkward, and like I just don’t belong. I’ve been a loner for as long as I can remember. I’m not an innocent; I’ve been the cause of friendship ends, not necessarily on purpose, but it has happened.
The word “friend” is used so casually anymore. The definition of a friend is
My first clue to this was after I was abandoned by someone I considered a best friend after her new partner had treated me poorly. I had a few friends planning weddings and getting married, but no invite for me. Another person I considered to be a best friend married after a six year relationship , but I wasn’t invited to the wedding. I only received an invitation to the reception after I told my “friend” how upset I was. Marriages are a huge deal, right? A friend would have been invited.
I’ve also been used. A life long friend and I reconnected after years of separation; not bad terms, just different life directions. After I while I realized this person only wanted to see me or talk me when a favor was needed. Money, transportation, or to be a baby sitter. My feelings were brushed aside because I was “overreacting.” To protect my own feelings I ended the friendship. I still miss this person, but sometimes an end is a way to peace.
I’ve tried to make new friends, but I seem to just be unsuccessful. People I attempt to trust repeat private conversations to parties not involved. People read things I’ve wrote and misinterpreted them or made assumptions without confrontation. As I’ve said, I’m no innocent. I have a bad attitude, a smart mouth and I am a stubborn, dominant bitch. I own up to all of that without shame. I can’t change who I am. I could make more effort with friendships, but after the experiences I’ve had I don’t even have the urge. Why should I intentionally set myself up for disappointment?
I do get sad when I see groups of people I know out enjoying each others’ company. There was a time when I was included, but being a single mom and being employed full time usually kept me from being a part of anything. Now that I do have some time to spend, the invites are no longer available. People seem to have forgotten about me or exiled me for one reason or another. I suppose I’ve dug this grave for myself, all by myself.
I get lonely once in a while, but I always get over it. Sometimes I miss the friends I don’t have.