If you know who I am, you’ll know that I am friends with several different “groups” and within those groups many different shapes and sizes of friends. This sounds lovely on the outside, who doesn’t want to have loads and loads of fabulous friends? Unfortunately for me some of these friends have a strong dislike for each other, or simply have clashing personalities that will never mesh.
So here it is:
My weekends have become me juggling and scheduling and planning my nights down to the specific hours I will be with people. I am not exaggerating; hours. I have to spend the night out most weekends simply so I can see this friend then this friend then this friend and having a curfew wouldn’t allow that… I usually don’t get to sleep until three on Fridays. It is absolutely miserable to sit and talk with one friend while they disparage another friend. What can I say? Yeah I know, I hate her too, except she’s my friend.Is it ridiculous that most weekends I would rather stay at home and shave my legs then watch a movie with my father than go out and be with friends?
This problem also translates over into my love life. It’s not like I have a thousand boys running around trying to win my affection. I would hate that. It’s just that I have some perspectives and two days in a weekend is not enough time to test the waters with them WHILE seeing friends and so on and so forth.
One recent evening was as follows. Movie with Sam, Dinner with Devan, Rockband at Ellie’s with Keenan, “Party” (eventful gathering is more like it) at Taylor’s, Back to Devan’s, Back to Taylor’s and then (finally) back to Ellie’s for the night. I was a mess the next day after only getting THREE hours of sleep. And I honestly didn’t have much fun because I was always planning my next step, wherever I was headed.
My dream is to one day have a party and invite ALL of my friends where they would all have a lovely time watching Spongebob and eating cheese puffs with me then go home at 11. I would be safely in dreamland by 11:30. When that day comes, I swear I will give all my money to the ASPCA.
In other news: nose piercing!
2 responses so far ↓
fleibye // February 25, 2009 at 10:43 am |
Your dream party sounds fantastic to me. : )
Nope, your sister wasn’t there. Actually, I think she was supposed to come, but she was babysitting or something.
And my sisters’ friends have walked in on me on the toilet before…that was interesting. I feel your pain.
Corinne // February 25, 2009 at 10:49 am |
Oh thank God! Actually, I remember now, she got really mad at me because I said she could babysit but didn’t ask her if she had plans first. I’m glad I didn’t ask her!