So I think I have discovered why I am in such a funk and feeling all sucky about my life.
I read an article in USA Today yesterday. (Which really sounds like an oxymoron if you think too hard about it.)
The title: Girlfriends are key to women’s optimism.
Therein lies the problem.
I don’t really have any girlfriends.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I have friends who are girls. I have lots of acquaintances of the female persuasion. I have friends from church, friends from my not-so-real job, friends from other friends.
I just don’t have any real girlfriends.
You know the kind I’m talking about.
The ones you can call at the last minute to go out to dinner. (Or shopping. Or drinking.)
The ones who will drop everything and come running if you need them.
The kind who says they will do something and actually do it.
Or the kind the article talks about: “…the bedrock. The most optimistic women have an inner circle of anywhere from four to a dozen friends who “have their back” and will drop everything to help in a crisis.”
And really? How do you make “best” friends when you’re 46?
Maybe if I had a “real” job I would meet that special someone?
But there’s the catch-22 mentioned in the article: “If you have no ready social outlet, you’ll likely start to sleep poorly and feel your energy drain.”
And if you have no energy, it’s hard to find the get-up-and-go to make some friends.
And if you’ve been let down by friends before, it’s even harder to take the risk of befriending someone new.
Some of the girls I know are so lucky. They are still great friends with the girls they went to elementary or high school with. Seeing as I went to six high schools in four years, well, I didn’t really have the chance to make any life-long friends.
So I’m feeling kinda stuck. Stuck in my funky, sucky rut. Sigh.