The Night We Met

I’m back! I know it has been forever and I am going to do my best to make that a thing of the past. I have missed this so much and definitely feel it is in my best interest to keep up with it.

Tonight I am writing about a very personal subject. You know, I am not someone who really NEEDS to be surrounded by people. Most of my life I have had periods where I had a solid group of friends and then periods of hardly any. I never really preferred either more than the other, obviously friends are great, but so is quality time alone. I was neutral.

Then I met a group of the most kind, compassionate, hilarious group of weirdos I have ever met. Just like that, my life was changed forever. The best part was that not one of us was really like the other. We came from different places with different interests and completely different personalities. But it just worked. Almost effortlessly.

I say almost, because at first it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, it was actually awkward and uncomfortable. Everyone was in their own head dealing with their own shit. No one was concerned with getting close to any one, in fact, I am pretty sure everyone was trying to do the opposite. Keeping their heads down, polite conversations here and there, maybe a shared laugh on the smokers patio after breakfast. Nothing out of the ordinary of people sharing a living space. Then I came along.

Now, I am not trying to sound conceited, I didn’t do anything that any other person couldn’t do. I just have a natural talent for talking incessantly to people until they’re forced to engage with me. I think people usually just get so sick of hearing my voice they decide there is no harm in participating in the conversation. Whatever the reason may be, it fucking works, and before you know it everyone is talking to each other. Just writing about it right now puts a smile on my face.

So, where there was once a group of strangers, there is now a group of friends. People who would listen to someone vent for over an hour about a comment they heard made about their dog. People who would struggle to catch their breath during a game of Taboo, because one of them thought the word Geyser said Geisha, so their hint was “Asian”. People who would play round after round of “Never Have I Ever” without judging one single person for the fingers they put down. People who would spend an evening sharing hopes, memories, and tears when they had to say goodbye.

Never in my life have I ever felt like I belonged anywhere. I have moved from one place to another, in search of something I could never describe, only to end up with nothing every single time. Today, I can finally say, I found what I’ve been looking for. A place where I belong. You see, a place doesn’t have to be a location, or a building, it can be anywhere you feel at home. And with this group of beautiful weirdos, I was home.

This Post is dedicated to:

The Island of Misfit Toys.



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