tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697593336205573344.post2403246729367949414..comments2023-08-13T09:42:11.307-04:00Comments on wookie & company: yes, Day #6 went fine, I'm just funky.Mrs. Wookiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208917589519218563noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697593336205573344.post-89456953477056257022011-03-15T22:45:41.883-04:002011-03-15T22:45:41.883-04:00Aww I'm sad I don't live closer so we can ...Aww I'm sad I don't live closer so we can HANG OUT!!! I don't have any answers but that time will tell and sometimes it just takes a long ass time to meet people. My friends all left for different places and I still haven't made many friends to "replace" them. Part of me is just too picky and part of me doesn't want to have too many friends again. Anyways, I'm sorry you are in a funk and I hope you can feel more comfortable where you are. I'll be thinking and sending good vibes your way.Bohemian Redheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10498649869991753791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697593336205573344.post-42007940083794818672011-03-04T17:45:11.305-05:002011-03-04T17:45:11.305-05:00Man oh man I have NO advice.
I have lived in Oly...Man oh man I have NO advice. <br /><br />I have lived in Olympia for two years now, and I have TWO FRIENDS. Did you count that? TWO. One of which has stopped calling me back. Which, is awesome. <br /><br />Making friends as an adult is lame. It feels like dating, and it takes FOREVER to feel comfortable with someone else, and I always feel like people don't really get me anymore. <br /><br />I think the only real way I've adjusted is to accept that things are different and I've sort of started to expect less. Adam doesn't deploy ever so I do at least have him most of the time. And if I don't have him I walk the dogs a lot, read, work, watch tv, and talk on the phone with friends. I guess I also got to a place where I really look forward to and enjoy when I do see close friends, even if it's only once a month, or once every other month. Those times become extra special and sort of tide me over till the next one... <br /><br />Man, that was a depressing as all hell comment. <br /><br />Just text me. I'll always text back!Ashley, the Accidental Olympiahttp://www.accidentalolympian.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697593336205573344.post-21936995040363367742011-03-04T13:04:39.842-05:002011-03-04T13:04:39.842-05:00Seems like the older we get, the harder it is to m...Seems like the older we get, the harder it is to make friends like we did before. I wish I lived closer - we like cocktails (well, I am mostly wine and beer, but the Husband, he's a cocktail guy) and also don't give two craps about material stuff.<br /><br />I am lucky to have made friends here and there at my jobs over the years. If I didn't work I'm not sure what I'd do with myself and how I'd find any social interaction.chiarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09597283400851387772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697593336205573344.post-13780644522182153192011-03-04T10:17:21.740-05:002011-03-04T10:17:21.740-05:00Dear Mrs. Wookie,
I wish I could tell you a secret...Dear Mrs. Wookie,<br />I wish I could tell you a secret that would make everything suck less. Unfortunately I haven't mastered the art of spontaneously manifesting friends worthy of my time all from the power of my mind. When I figure that out, I'll let you in on the secret. Until then I just wanted to say that I know how you feel and if you were on my coast, I'd take you out for a Bacon-infused Bourbon and Maple on the rocks once your Vegan week was over.<br /><br />PS - this is my first time commenting on your blog but I'm a long-time reader. I feel a little skeevy/stalkerish and apologize.PlanePrincesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06865506017158474021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697593336205573344.post-64219672153418672012011-03-04T10:16:06.892-05:002011-03-04T10:16:06.892-05:00You make a good point when you say that you can be...You make a good point when you say that you can be apart from HIM for six months, but not with JUST yourself for six months. In fact, when I read this post I had the weird feeling that you'd been reading my mind, as I've just this week come to a similar realization. Spike is here now, true...but other than him, I have no roots here. Especially working from home, I feel like I'm floating somewhere outside of Real Life. And that's got to change. Onward and upward...just haven't figured out HOW yet.Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02700316810468995737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697593336205573344.post-44075774994162011052011-03-04T08:22:02.139-05:002011-03-04T08:22:02.139-05:00I feel like I could have written this post, (excep...I feel like I could have written this post, (except it probably would have had swearing and the grammar wouldn't have been as good... so kudos!), it sucks feeling like this. It sucks being so lonely and having to help your best friend pack up and leave you so frequently. It's malarkie, and I'm so sorry you're going through it. I have no real advice, but sometimes funky loneliness loves company, so...you've got it. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06444798084306525232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697593336205573344.post-87898390061673156452011-03-04T02:06:27.683-05:002011-03-04T02:06:27.683-05:00Way to post about my parole hearing to the world. ...Way to post about my parole hearing to the world. Jeesh.<br /><br />Hugs. Love you. Miss you.Mommy McDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02825280183000961127noreply@blogger.com