I've been blogging AWOL. No blogging. No reading blogs.
Instead I have been trying to be more present in the real world. Whatever that means.
I've been making an effort to make some friends. Real ones. Actual people living in the actual world.
This is something new for me, because for nearly twenty years I haven't really had any friends.
I was actually pretty okay with just having online "friends" but then it started to seem that it probably wasn't healthy to live that way. The peril of seeking a degree with a focus in psychology is that you actually start to think about that psychological bullshit in terms of your own life.
Anyway...
I managed to make several acquaintances but not really friends. Recently though I have kind of managed to turn one or two of the acquaintanceships (is that a word? i don't care, i like it) into minor friendships. The kind of friendships where you actually get together and do stuff with each other. You know, like go out to dinner or stop by for coffee.
So a couple of weeks ago I went to one of my new friend's house for coffee and to talk about books. She was also going to loan me some books from her library. It is actually two bookshelves in her basement, but if she want to call it a library I am not one to rain on her literary parade. She tells me about a few books and I pick a few that sound interesting.
Then she hands me a book that she says in one of her husband's books and tells me, "It is a dry, twisted sort of humor that I found kind of mean. You should read it, I think you'll really like it."
Ummmmmm..... thanks? Does this mean I am twisted and have a mean sense of humor?
Okay, so I did really like the book. and yes, I do actually have a dry, twisted, and occasionally cruel sense of humor. Actually the fact that she realizes these things about me and still wants to be friends is kinda cool to me. I am not into being fake, so.... take me as I am or piss off. It is good to have people who are willing to take me as I am.
I just might make it in the real world.
