Since when?

Apparently, I’m socially awkward.  Yeah, its weird.  When did this happen, you ask?  I’m really not sure.  Maybe after high school when I lost touch with friends or maybe when I immersed myself with family life after two kids.  I don’t know.  Either way, it happened.  And for the most part, I really hate it.  I mean, when you talk to lots of people on a regular basis, yet no one calls or texts you when you get home, ever, it can make you bonkers.  Because of this, I’ve tried to do a little self-evaluating.  I’m not above the notion that something is wrong with me or my attitude.  When I was in school growing up, I always had friends.  I prided on the fact that I had numerous buddies to sneak and pass notes to in class or sit with at lunch or even spend the weekend with.  I found little pockets of people who were like me, and we hung out.  We always had fun things to do, and I mean fun in a good and bad way.  My definition of fun now is a lot different from then, but it still has one common denominator: friends.  Now as a 34 year old mom, I feel like an outcast, socially awkward, and  different.  My husband is a great companion and he is my best friend, but I need girl friends.  Ladies who understand my life and want to share theirs with me.  Ladies to have coffee with or share a bag of popcorn with at the movies.  Is that so much to ask?  I’ve tried to hit it off with co-workers, and there are some surface friendships, but nothing bone deep.  I miss those friendships that you swear your friend must be your long lost sister from another life.  I miss being able to call or text about things that matter and laugh about those that don’t.  People at work say I’m really nice, and they’re so glad I work there (the last guy was a jerk), but I’m not invited to the weekly Friday take-out club.  The one time I did get to partake of this exclusive group was when I just so happened to be in the right place at the right time.  They were in the middle of ordering Jason’s Deli and I just asked if I could order too.  They said yes, but they’ve never asked me if I wanted to order out since then. It hurts, but what can you say?  Please invite me, please invite me!  I’m 8 years old again not getting a birthday invitation and everyone else did.  That really didn’t happen, but you see my point.

Now, I’m sitting here wondering why I wrote this.  I’m dumping on you, ol’ sweet reader, and I’m sorry.  I know life is too short to worry about such things,  and darn it I’ve wasted three minutes of yours.  The one true friend, the one tried and true friend I still have and always will unless something horrible debilitates me is writing.  It frees my demons and makes me feel human, flawed and glorious.  Now, if I can just figure out when I have time to do that between the now three kids, two jobs, and married life… I will be fine. I hope.

Friendship Disconnect Brought To You By Facebook

Image“Are you coming to the lake on the Fourth?”

“I wasn’t planning on it.  Why?”

“Oh.” An uncomfortable pause followed by the next idiotic statement.  “We’re having a get together.  Didn’t you see it on Facebook?”

“Nope.”

Last November, I deleted my personal Facebook page, and conversations like these are becoming increasingly more frequent.  “Oh, I thought I invited you,” or “Why didn’t you come to my house-warming party?”  I hear this all the time.  And frankly, it used to piss me off.  Now, I just laugh and say, “Call me next time.”

Don’t get me wrong.  Facebook is a lovely place to meet folks you haven’t seen in forever, or talk with your great-aunt ya-ya who lives in Alaska.  But to rely solely on social media to converse with your friends and family (yes, I said FAMILY) is impersonal and a jerk thing to do.

In actuality, I’ve become a good old-fashioned homebody who would love nothing more than to sit at my laptop and finish editing my writing.  But it doesn’t change how I feel about the situation.  I miss hearing from my friends.  What happened to a phone call where you actually hear your friend’s voice, or even a text if that suits those of us who hate it when your phone sticks to your face from yaking so long?

Maybe I’m rambling about nothing, but it still doesn’t ease the sting when your friends forget you exist.  I know what you’re going to say.  Call or text them first.  But I will counter your suggestion and say that I have.  Numerous times.  It doesn’t work.  I’m lucky if I get a text in return.  They keep on “Facebooking” and I stay in the dark.

I can see some of you shaking your head. “Make another profile and quit your whining!”  But you wouldn’t believe the amount of work I get done now that I don’t have that dreaded ball and chain lurking behind my word document.  Believe it or not, I like the freedom.  Makes me feel like a rebel.  On the other hand, I don’t like losing my friendships in the process.

I’m going to go on as a former Facebooker, and say, do us all a favor.  Call a sister up next time!

C’mon folks! Let’s hear some good stuff!

Griffyn Elliott

Photo Story Challenge: Wrought Iron Gate

I took this photo in September of last year somewhere in southern Georgia. I was driving down a winding, pot hole ridden road when I saw this black wrought iron gate peeking through some thorny underbrush. Behind the gate were five crumbling headstones. Only a few of them legible. Here’s the challenge: Write the beginning of a story with this photo in mind. Genre and word count doesn’t matter. I’m just curious to see what my friends can come up with! Good luck!

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Photo Story Challenge: Wrought Iron Gate

Photo Story Challenge: Wrought Iron Gate

I took this photo in September of last year somewhere in southern Georgia. I was driving down a winding, pot hole ridden road when I saw this black wrought iron gate peeking through some thorny underbrush. Behind the gate were five crumbling headstones. Only a few of them legible. Here’s the challenge: Write the beginning of a story with this photo in mind. Genre and word count doesn’t matter. I’m just curious to see what my friends can come up with! Good luck!