So, seeing as how we’re moving 1 1/2 hours away from here soon,
one thing that’s been on my mind is that¬†“in a couple months, I’m not going to have any friends.”
(Which is actually a silly thing to worry about, because honestly, we don’t have any friends here either.)
(Mainly from lack of trying.)
(Or maybe we’re just un-likeable.)
Anyway, so the other day I got on Facebook,
searched for people in our new town,
and friended them. ¬†A lot of them.
And I’m not ashamed.
Because you see, although it might seem like a pathetic attempt at meeting people,
brought about by shyness, confidenceless-ness, or just plain laziness,
it’s not. ¬†I assure you.
I simply sat back, looked at the situation, and thought “I know what I’ll do!”
“I’ll log onto that giant party/club/class reunion/family reunion/social hub that is Facebook.”
“Surely out of the billions of people that use Facebook, a few will live in our new town.”
“And out of those few, surely one or two will want to be friends.”
But this little guy? ¬†He found us and wanted to be friends. ¬†And he stayed around for quite a long time!