I suck at keeping in touch with people. I never really know what to say or talk about. I’ve always viewed talking to friends as being a happy occasion, and I might have 15 minutes’ worth of happy material to talk about before the awkward silences come creeping in.
Call a friend when I’m in a rut? What? Why would anyone wanna hear about my problems? Seriously. It’s not like I’m some sort of crybaby or anything. Trust me, if I did start talking about everything in my life that wasn’t okay, I would start crying. And heaven forbid if I started crying while wearing make-up. I don’t wanna think about how messy that would get.
But the thing about friends is that it’s okay to not be okay around them. They love me enough to be there for me on the days I’m not okay so that I can be okay again sooner than later.
The Lord has blessed me with some beautiful people in my life. My shell is slowly getting chiseled away. It’s not painless, but it hurts less than if I just keep myself shut in.