First World Friendship Problems

I’ve come to the conclusion that being a grown-up can make you a terrible friend. Not only does it make you a terrible friend, it renders you fairly useless at finding new friendships and gives you no hope of fanning the flames of any potential ones.

Let me explain.

I used to be a pretty good friend, or so I thought. I wasn’t the kind of girl who had dozens and dozens of flighty, here and there friendships. I’ve been a cereal monogamist from  he start. I always focused on a few but loved those few with all I had.

So nice of me.

Fast forward to now. I don’t call my friends. That just takes too long. I hardly check my voicemail. That takes too long, too. I follow them on Facebook certainly, but it takes something really cool or really, REALLY cute to inspire me to make any effort to comment. I don’t see my friends. Because that would require calling them. And making a plan. And organizing childcare.

And it’s not that I don’t think I am capable of being a good friend. I’m just not being a good friend currently. At least, not very well.

But I love my friends, right? I do. I really do. They are worth every effort, of course. So why don’t I make that effort?

*Insert whiny, super dramatic groan here.*

Because I’m too busy. And too tiiiiirrrred.

Waaah.

Being a grown-up — and my definition of grown-up means a bill-paying parent with a mortgage and too much laundry to do — requires that you put friendships at the bottom of your priority list.

I remember learning about an animal behavior theory in college. This is a complete bastardization of how it works (its been a couple decades) but it goes something like this: An animal’s behavior very often depends on it’s environment and immediate needs. So, if it’s life is in danger, food and sleep are back-burnered and an animal does anything in its power to get safe. If it feels safe, ok, then it’s about food, water and shelter. If that’s taken care of then, then sleep is on the agenda. Once they have got that need under control, it’s about procreation — find a mate, make a baby and then take care of the baby. Then, if all of these more important needs are met and accounted for, an animal will… wait for it… play.

That’s me. I’m too busy knocking the rest of my survival list down to think about something as self-indulgent as PLAY.

Ok, yes, I am being dramatic.

(Can I get a resounding “FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS!” from my personal Greek chorus? Thanks…)

I hardly, HARDLY (no really, I mean it) have the worst, most exhausting, impossible life. Hardly. But I can’t help it. When the day is done and everything is crossed off the list. What do I do? Do I call a bestie? Or call someone I’ve been meaning to have drinks with for two years? (I actually know a few people like that.) Nope. I go to bed.

So I blame being a grown-up. But really, I should blame myself. Women all over the world manage friendships with far more on their plate.

Remember when I talking about how I wanted to “mom date” again? Yeah. Well. I still do. I still want to meet a couple choice moms, just like me, who I could call and go grab a beer with when I need to. And the crazy thing is that they are here, around, if I only sucked it up and TRIED more.

Wait. “Say Yes To The Dress” is on. I’m already in my pajamas. Man, wouldn’t it be nice to be rested and ready to go tomorrow morning? Yes, yes it would.

So the friendships flounder and I suck out-loud at being the kind of friend I always prided myself on being.

Instead, I just go with the standard, “My real friends understand. THEY get it.”

Sure. SURE they do.

Promise I’ll try harder.

(Cue Greek chorus: WE DON’T BUY IT!)

I said “TRY.”

 

 

7 comments ↓

#1 ilinap on 03.07.12 at 7:14 pm

I believe the Universe is telling you to join me at TypeAParent. Ahem. I miss you!

#2 Graciella27 on 03.08.12 at 3:14 am

Friendship is the essential things which most of us wanted too, friends are the one who bring a kind of happiness to all of us and choose anything from it…
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#3 Cheny25 on 03.09.12 at 8:09 am

No one can replace with the great position of friend in my our heart and I know that most of us feel in the same way… Whatever problems comes in my life, my friends is always there and lift me up…
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#4 Nicole on 03.09.12 at 11:11 am

I enjoyed reading this. :) Well, if they are truly your friends they will surely tries to understand you. Thanks for sharing this.. Great job!
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#5 Victoria on 05.06.12 at 10:01 am

I am a single mom working at three different places for a total of who-knows-how-many hours because I can’t keep track of the grading and prep work. I try to be a responsible parent and a good teacher, and I am so with you on this. I have nice friends and they call me and I do things with them on weekends sometimes but end up cursing myself for it later because I’ve run out of time.

#6 Derek on 06.18.12 at 1:53 pm

Oh wow. I hear ya on this post. I’m a “horrible friend” in the ways you mention too. And maybe even a horrible brother and horrible son too. I’ve never been much of a phone person so calling anyone up never really crosses my mind.

Seems like I’ve all but lost contact with most of my friends from the early days. Because I didn’t like them? Nope? Just because I didn’t make the effort.
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#7 Lisanne on 09.24.12 at 12:51 pm

What do you mean by “first world”? Does this mean bourgeois or something like that? Relationships, firendships and communication is important regardless of where you are from
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