So, one of the main reasons I started this blog was so I had a place I could share my thoughts with hopefully not being judged on my own personal feelings. Unfortunately, this post may end being a very poor structured ramble at 8pm after a long day, but who knows? You may find it interesting…
I think one of the hardest aspects of my life is that I don’t really belong anywhere? Not in the sense that I don’t belong in the world, but more that I don’t have a group of friends. Of course, I have my boyfriend who is my best friend, then I have people who I am close with who I have met through him and people I have met through work, but no-one who is my actual best friend or a group of girls who I hang out with; it is an odd situation.
Since leaving school nearly ten years ago, I kind of floated from friendship group to friendship group and now I kind of have no-one. However, I have always thought of myself as a bit of a ‘lone wolf’ and have always enjoyed my own company, but I think as I am getting older, it is a little bit sad that I don’t have friends who I can go away with for a weekend away with, have round for a bitch and moan and a few glasses of wine.
It is a weird situation, as I can imagine I am a pretty annoying person as I talk a lot, moan a lot, maybe a little bit too savage and not so positive, and maybe that is why I don’t have friends? Like don’t get me wrong, I adore the people I know and I would 100% class my boyfriends’ friends as some of my best friends, but I think it is different as they have to make an effort because they are good friends with him.
As I have been going through a tough time recently, it has been hard to find someone to talk to so maybe this is why I am thinking deeply into this…
Maybe I am my own worst enemy as I probably don’t make an effort with other people, or people just don’t enjoy my personality, but I would love a close group of friends I could always rely on when I am going through a hard time.
Like I said above, I am usually content being by myself, but I think there does come a point where you need other people in your life to support you through the harder times, as well as being that person that someone else needs int their life.
Just a weird little thought for a Tuesday evening; I don’t know if it is just me who is 26 years old and friendless, or there are also other people out there who feel the same? If you have any mutual feelings about this, please leave a comment below if you have a mo’!