Solitary Con-FUN-ment

I am one of those people that has no problem being by myself. When I was kid my parents always tried to sign me up for some kind of social activity, and I always had an excuse to get out of it. Gymnastics? You mean the thing that every little girl would LOVE to be signed up for? Hated it. OK...maybe soccer? Nope. All I wanted to do was hide in the library and read my books. Any book. All books. Why was everyone being SO mean in trying to make me participate in something? UGH. This lead to my not really having any friends growing up as I would rather be on my own. Honestly, it never bothered me that I spent most of my day by myself. In fact, I loved it. When I did eventually start making friends it was like something told me that these people were the ones to make friends with. They were just like me, where they wouldn't mind if instead of running through the sprinklers and playing Skip-It I wanted to stay at home and read my Judy Blume book. And this has translated to my life today. I have very few friends, and not because I am socially awkward, but because the few people I have in my life are my TRUE friends. They have always understood that I am a homebody, I don't enjoy going to clubs, and I don't like making connections with people that are flaky. I love these people the most in my life for getting that about me. I don't call all the time. I don't want to stay on the phone for a hundred years. And if we fall out of touch for a long while, I love that it is so easy to just pick up where we left off. I guess this post is to say I love you friends, for allowing me to be a loner and still loving me for it.
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