Life Assessment #1: Friends

British Museum - Kristine and Michael
The Practical Spinster in London with her friend Michael, 2009

Just because you live alone, doesn’t mean you have to live a solitary existence. For me, my friends are my lifeline.  That being said, now that I am starting to look up at 50, I relate to my friends differently.

For one thing, I relate to them on my own terms. I have always hated crowds and I am not keen on loud evenings in nightclubs. Instead, tea parties,  museum visits, and afternoon picnics with a few friends are far more my line.

Phase 1 of TPS balcony

I know many people but I do not see the need to be social with everyone: my co-workers stay at work. Sometimes you have to let friends go as your life changes and as their lives change.   Nothing wrong with that.  And sometimes they come in a package:  I spend yesterday with a newly married couple (I was over to collect some rock roses for my balcony) and another couple with their 2 children.  It was a lovely day.

We all need more lovely days.

So I refuse to attend functions which I know will be attended by people I do not like because they are racist/classist or just plain pretentious or rude.   Why bother? As for Facebook et. al., friends should not be collected like hockey cards (I’m Canadian – sue me).

It’s that simple.


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