I made a post recently about coming to terms with the impending end of a relationship. But it wasn’t a romantic one; fortunately, I still have an imaginary boyfriend who buys me nice things (although someone should tell him iTunes gift cards for Valentine’s Day is so 2012). It’s a friendship that seemed to have run its course.
You know how it is. Fewer messages, less impromptu hanging out and any effort to meet up seems to be only on your end. I know people can be genuinely busy and have a lot on their plate. Things change, they have a shift in priorities. I can also accept that maybe it is me. I’m just not that fun to spend time with. I’m a bore. That’s all right.
But it hurts a little because I was starting to fall in “friend-love”. And it sucks a whole lot because it’s tough making new friends at this age. Especially beyond work. Most of my friends are settling/ed down, starting families and/or at the prime of their careers. Nobody has time for loser Lisa (LL Not-So-Cool JK).
So when I click with someone new, I can’t help but hope for a BFF and not a BFForNow.
I don’t mean for this to be a pity party (every night in my room, fellas!). But FFS isn’t life supposed to be easier as you get older? Instead, I face the possible future of entering middle age with my stuffed pandas being my only best friends.