I’m not great at a lot of things, and honestly, I usually don’t mind. I can’t peel a hard-boiled egg without leaving half the whites behind. Sports? Forget it. Math? My high school teacher would probably faint if she saw how little I remember. And when it comes to putting together a stylish outfit, I absolutely need to consult Pinterest or the local mannequins. Sure, I lack some essential skills, but for the most part, I let it slide. However, there’s one area where I genuinely feel remorseful about my shortcomings.
Friendship
I admit it: I’m not the best at keeping up with my pals. I often leave texts, snaps, and Facebook messages unanswered for longer than I’d like to admit. I miss calls, forget to return them, or promise to call back and then totally lose track of time. There are stretches of a month or more where actual conversations just don’t happen.
If my friends don’t drag me out of my cave or pop by unexpectedly, they might not see my hermit-like self for weeks. I might send a meme or drop a comment on their Instagram just to let them know I’m still around, but my involvement is pretty minimal. I keep tabs on their lives through Facebook scrolling, and as long as I know they’re managing without me, I tend to let communication slide.
Don’t get me wrong—I care deeply about my friends. They’re in my thoughts daily, sometimes multiple times. If there’s ever a crisis, I’m the one showing up at odd hours, ready to help. But when it comes to the everyday check-ins—the simple act of saying “hello”—I’m pretty terrible at reminding them that they’re on my mind. Something will jog my memory about a friend, and I’ll think, “I need to share this,” but then… I don’t. Life gets hectic, and my plate seems so full I can’t fit in even a quick phone call. Because let’s face it, a phone conversation can easily eat up thirty minutes, and that’s thirty minutes I desperately need to catch up on everything else.
I was a much better friend in my younger days, back when I wasn’t exhausted and didn’t have my time split between work, a partner, house chores, and kids. I had the energy for chit-chat, spa days, and girls’ nights. Now, I barely have enough motivation to fold laundry (which is why it currently resides in a wrinkled heap in my basket—hey, something’s gotta give!).
I’ve lost friends due to my tendency to ghost, and I can’t fault them for moving on. Those were the surface-level friendships, maybe acquaintances, who didn’t quite get it. My real friends understand that when I disappear down my own rabbit hole, it’s nothing personal. It usually happens when I’ve taken on too much, which, let’s be honest, is often. During those times, maintaining regular friendships gets pushed aside, and my communication consists of quick snaps and Facebook likes sent from the bathroom.
But the best part? My friends get it. I know they won’t judge me, even when I flake out or retreat due to my anxiety and overwhelm. The fact that I can feel secure enough to lose touch speaks volumes: I know they’re not going anywhere, and when I finally resurface, we’ll pick up right where we left off. It’ll be like no time has passed at all.
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In summary, while I may not always be the best at keeping in touch with friends, our bonds remain strong. Life can get overwhelming, but true friendship endures, allowing us to reconnect as if no time has passed.