Because hot mess or not, your stable BFF still loves you.
Yesterday I realized that I have like no friends. I put the ‘like’ in there because of course I have some friends. I’m not a complete hermit. However, the majority of my close friends are either more than 2 hours away or in a completely different stage of life than me.
At the beginning of this year, I quickly realized my metabolism was no longer that of a 20-years-old college athlete, but my sweet tooth that could make Willy Wonka cringe still controlled me.
Being a 20-something in this day and age is no easy task as you are now forced into adulthood by all means necessary. Not only are all of the “fun” birthdays over, but, as most people will remind you over and over again, it’s all downhill from here. T
“Dumping” a friend can be just as bad, if not worse, than dumping a significant other.
She’s the one who has my Chipotle order memorized. She’s the one who has listened to me sob over the same boy a thousand times and never tells me that I’m being ridiculous.
The girl who used to hide empty vodka bottles in her bedroom closet has a baby. Everything is the same and changing all at once. “Where did the time go?” is a mantra we repeat at every gathering. “Where did the time go?”
I know for sure about myself that I tried really hard to keep my distance, but I really don’t know when I fell into all this.
ENFP-ENFP friendships tend to burst into existence quickly, enthusiastically and happily – in classic ENFP fashion.
I am my mother’s daughter
which is to say I am aware of my own strengths
so I don’t need you to remind me what they are.