These days, I feel like that shape sorter Cub plays with, those boxes which have differently shaped slots, for differently shaped pegs to fit in. Only the square peg will go into the square slot, the round one won’t. That’s me right now.
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Confused? Let me explain. The slots are different parts of me. My home fits into a house shaped slot. Mr. Tiger fits into a heart-shaped slot. Cub fits into a cute little cub-shaped slot. My blog fits into a ...well, blog shaped slot. But the trouble is with my friend-shaped slot. I don’t really have a physical friend-shaped peg to match. And I can’t fit it with any other shape.
Everyone knows that family’s important. Of course it is. But so are friends. They’re the ones you can talk to about stuff that your family might be…….lets say, uninterested in. Which means the family peg won’t fit the friend slot.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a chronic sociopath, whom no one wants to befriend. It’s just that all my friends are divided into very neat categories, with hardly any overlapping – I have friends from school, friends from college, and friends from my working days. I hardly have anyone outside these specific circles, and no one resides in the city I now live in. So, though technology has enabled specific modes of communication like email and texting, it just cannot match the warmth and comfort of a face-to-face heart-to-heart. Now, I know it’s different for everyone, but for me, this doesn’t really fill the friend-shaped slot.
Ok, maybe I’m beginning to sound a bit pathetic. “Hello? Go out and get a life”, I hear you say. I guess you’re right. I just got to make new friends, and meet up with my old ones whenever they come to town, or I go visit theirs. Yup, gotta stop wallowing in friendlessness.
Whew!! That was plenty emotional!!! But wow, I feel relieved letting it all out!!! What about you guys? Have you ever felt this way whenever you’ve moved to a different city? How did you deal with it?
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