I had a wonderful time last night, hanging out with my best friends. We did yoga, cooked dinner, played some table games. It has been a while since the last time we got to spend the whole evening together, and within minutes after walking into their apartment, I realized just how much I had missed them.
Mid-way through the dinner, my friend asked me if I had any plans for tomorrow. They were going to watch the second episode of Game of Thrones on a home projector with a couple of other friends.
I said “yes” — and just as the word came out of my mouth, I felt both ashamed and frustrated with myself.
I lied — I did not want to come. And it had nothing to do with my friends, other invitees or HBO’s hit series.
I love my friends, I thoroughly enjoy spending time with them — but doing it two days in a row feels overwhelming.
And seconds after I had agreed to come, my mind started calculating valid excuses for not having to come after all.
I don’t have any friends from school, high school or university.
My family moved a lot, and before I turned 21, I changed four schools and three…
