Week 7

Question: If you were apart of someone's dream...a dream that filled the dreamer with such bliss that he absolutely hated waking up that morning...a dream in which you were his love interests, and thus everything he's been looking for in a girl for quite some time...would you want to know? And think before you answer. Think about the possible romantic implications this could have for the two of you. This guy could just be a casual acquaintance, or someone that you too have had a lingering thought about before. Or he could be someone that you've never given a second thought to, and any implication of romance with this guy could turn your stomach. So, I ask again. Would you want to know?

Asking for a friend.

     So, this week will make it officially one month since I moved out here, and there is one very vital question I should've asked awhile ago; How do you make friends?

Seriously, how do adults in this day and age go about "making" friends? I used to have this whole concept down pat back in grade school.

     Now, admittedly, I've always had trouble putting myself out there. Years of psychological and social abuse from my peers have left me wary to ever appearing vulnerable. But, unfortunately that's what you have to do in order to make new friends. You have to be open, and inviting, and most of all, willing to spend time with people that you have nothing in common with. Ugh, I'm exhausted just typing it out.

     Why can't your core group of best friends just always be around? Everyone else can come and go but your road dogs, your main men, your homies through thick and thin will always be there. But that's not how it works. That's not how anything works. Instead, the moment you're comfortable everything has to be changed. This is the true way of life. You keep moving. Or you die.

     Ok, so maybe that's a bit dramatic, but you get what I mean. The point is that it's very lonely here. Knowing people and being "friends" with them are two completely different things. That's something I learned when I moved back to St. Louis after graduation. I had hoped that things would be different out here, but so far, not so much. Oh well.

P.S. The apartment is finally to a point where it is acceptable to be seen by human eyes, other than mine. So feel free to stop by if you find yourself out here. That is, if anyone actually read this far.