Back on the subject of friendships and how I pretty much suck at making new ones, it turns out one of mini’s classmates/friend is the daughter of a young man I worked with at Sonic a billion years ago because I’m old. Correction: I’m not the typical kindergartener’s mother’s age. And I’m totally fine with this!
Anyway, I’ve had a few encounters with this classmate’s mother, who is married to the guy I worked with. Keep up. The classmate is sweet and seems to do well in school. If mini’s antecdotes are to be believed. Each “Mommy encounter” has been pleasant until recently. I have her number saved and we’ve text before – she seems nice. However, the most recent time I saw her she said wildly funny things. She made an Anna Nicole Smith joke – God rest her soul. What’s funny is I’m old enough to get the joke. She also underscored the struggles we’re going through as parents with very needy children! And if you know anything about me to this point, then you know my mom abilities border on the completely unprepared. By border, I mean fall spectacularly short.
Herein lies the real issue. I want to be friends with this hilarious woman. But I’m not good at the making friends thing. I believe I’m the funniest woman on earth so this should be simple, right? Make a few jokes, endear myself to her, then pounce! Did this get weird? Or are you supposed to court them first? Told you…old lady here. Do I schmooze her with coffee? What if she doesn’t like coffee? Hard pass. We can’t be friends. Ever. I’ve already stalked her on social media which is how I found out about the husband/previous coworker piece. At least I’m honest!
Did you know: Children laugh, on average, 150 times a day. Adults laugh, on average, only six times a day. This is why adults are so grumpy! Because they don’t laugh enough. Find something to laugh at! I suggest starting with yourself.
Finally, my self-talk game is getting ridiculous. I sound like I’m talking to a geriatric horse. Come on, ole girl, the stairs aren’t too bad. See. Told you I was funny.
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I ask you –
How many friends do you have?
What should I do to make her be my friend?
Tell me how funny I am!
Running on Fumes 
Just hang out with her! The more time you guys spend together the more likely you are to become friends. I, too, am horrible at making friends, so I feel your pain.
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Solid advice, Christina! Thank you! Hopefully she’ll be able to see past my idiocy haha
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If it’s meant to be she’ll join you in it 😉.
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I have one friend. You. You is the friend.
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You is my friend, too! Miss you!
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Well, I lack confidence in my ability to make friends too, so I think I understand how you feel. The term “friend” has so many shades of meaning, though, that it’s hard to figure out what it actually means in a given context. I’ve enjoyed reading your blog, and have gotten a few good laughs in the bargain.
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Friend is a term used very loosely indeed. I’m so happy you have laughed at my blog – that’s my intent each time I write!
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