These are my three closest friends.
I am a close friend of social nervousness. When I am alone in a party of people I don't know of, my heart begins to race and social nervousness comes through the door, sits next to me in my corner, and asks me if I'm okay. I'll say, "No, I'm not, social nervousness" and he'll say, "That's' okay. You're okay with me." He'll then suggest for me to go up to a bunch of people and say an awkward joke that no one gets -- you know to break the ice and smooth the whole "me existing here" thing out. So, I do and I come back running to him in sheer terror, "They didn't get it!" and he'll reply, "And that's the point." Then, he'll suggest that I sit in on a group conversation that I couldn't care for and listen in. When I do and I end up being bored and becoming "that quiet girl that no one knows." I look to social nervousness for support and he just kind of pats my back and tells me to continue. "This is boring," I say to social nervousness, "Why am I here?" And then social nervousness smiles pleasingly and says, "Exactly." I always forget that I am not a party person and I have never needed a big group of friends to define me. Social nervousness reminds me of that.
Anal retentive is another good friend of mine. Anal retentive will sit with me as I make a list, rip it apart, make another list, rip that one up, make one final list, and stick to it until anal retentive reveals a teeny-tiny blemish ... And then I rip that last one up to shreds as well. When I'm late for work, anal retentive encourages me to push the gas pedal a little bit more. When I am breaking a rule, anal retentive holds my hand tightly as I fake my nonchalant face. When I am feng shui-ing my refrigerator, anal retentive will stand by me as I defend my feng shui-ing against Nick's mockery. The last time I saw anal retentive was after my car accident. A few days after the accident, I laid down in bed, turned to my side, and found her laying down next to me.
Anal Retentive: I heard you got into a car accident.
Me: Yeah.
Anal Retentive: Was it scary?
Me: Yeah.
Anal Retentive: I bet.
(silence)
Anal Retentive: How come you didn't put that in your plans?
Me: What?
Anal Retentive: Life happening.
Me: Oh. I didn't know it happened.
Anal Retentive: Me neither.
Me: It's kind of fun though.
Anal Retentive: What's fun?
Me: Life happening.
My final and probably my closets friend is Sad. Sad and I have known each other for years. When I was confused about the meaning of life, sad was there to borrow philosophy books with me as I moped over existentialism and free will. When I had let myself down, sad was the first person to know and hear the news. When I buried my grandfather whom I was close to, sad let me have the comfort of being in my own solitude and understood that I didn't want to be touched. Sad knows me more than any friend I know. Recently, we were eating ice cream like we normally do when I turned to him and said, "Sad, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I have anything to say to you any more." Sad wasn't offended and nodded, "I know. I don't think I have anything to say to you either." There was a bit of welcoming silence. "Why don't you travel the world for a bit and come back so we have something to talk about?" I suggested. He thought that was a good idea. I won't miss him. I know I'll see him around every so often in the future and when I do, his presence will be welcomed. I expect a pint of rocky road to accompany his return.
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my 3 closest friends are solitude, strategy, and depression.
So I see we have a mutual friend... social nervousness. He goes with me to every single party I go to!
I guess we have some mutual friends. yay these great companions we got.
sounds like we have a couple mutual friends--i'm not really friends with social nervousness, but we're more...acquaintances, i'm closer with female-nervousness more.
If I got a pint of rocky road ice cream for every time I was sad, I would be one FAT ass!
Anywho, social nervouness is definitely my drinking buddy. Everytime we present ourselves in public, our pitts start sweating hotter than the humidity outside. Aside from social nervouness, I would say irony is my second closest pal only cause it finds me everywhere and attempts to connect the randomness of the universe together in one blanketed quilt ^-^
Social Nervousness. I am a good friend to Social Nervousness as well
I really like your writing style.
Worry, Germ phobia and worry about my germ phobia are mine.
@FogOfConfusion - Depression is, like, the moody brother of sad. We both should call happy every once in a while.
@utlawgirl - I think he's the life of the party.
@Meis760 - Here, here. Although, anal retentive can be bitchy.
@genesis83 - I think I know what you mean. Females make anybody nervous. Even other females.
@etherealgoddess - I imagine irony to be a professional underwear salesmen who wears no underpants.
@Viparita_Karani - Thank you :) Surprisingly a lot of people are friends with social nervousness.
@TheTheologiansCafe - Wow, that whole comment was covered with disinfectant.
I see Witty has taken Sad's place.
btw, "closets"(sp)?
@bryantomato - Gasp! How embarrassing. I stand corrected. Thanks ;)
nice.
i'm a friend of social nervousness, and sad too. the first won't leave and the latter i try to reason with. it works sometimes. he makes fewer and shorter appearances now.