I know I am not the only woman out there who barely has enough time to shave both legs in the shower. I certainly have never achieved the trifecta of pits, bikini, and legs in one early morning marathon (which is when my showering opportunity usually presents itself). If I tried that sort of thing before my coffee, I'd either sever an artery, or end up explaining why I am shaving between my legs to my four year old. And that is exactly why I don't need any more friends.
That came out wrong. Wait, no it didn't. It came out exactly right.
In the past year, my social life has taken over my life. I have had to make some serious cutbacks. I'm like the State of California over here, with my cutbacks and my IOUs. I can't keep up with everyone's special occasions and emotional angst, girls nights, and play dates. I need to pare down and simplify everything about my life - and that includes the people in it. And yet, my behavior strikes others as odd or rude. Why is that? Why is it that I cannot politely decline friendship from every friend of a friend? Well, that's probably because I am not graceful. I'm over it. Spare me the guilt trips and the faux concern, it's all too exhausting.
I feel like a pouty three year old, sitting in a corner with my arms crossed and my chin buried in my shirt.
I have ENOUGH friends. I LIKE my friends. I don't WANT new friends.
I just want to have a clean shave and a clear conscience, people.
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