Hiding under a little rock
A hermit shell and tiny claws
To keep well meaning passers by
At just the safest distance they
Can walk on by and leave me with
My hefty books and Netflix shows.
I just finished reading Friendaholic by Elizabeth Day. It is a brilliant book because the writer is so talented; however, I only gave it a three star rating because I just could not click with what she was saying. Either she is trying to twist her truth into something that it’s not, or I am literally one step away from being the crazy cat lady who talks to herself in the crisps aisle at LIDL.
She was constantly going on about her introversion and her fear of the phone, but then she would talk about long conversations she had over Face Time and the number of Whatsapp messages she would receive and send in a day.
Now I don’t think I’ve picked up my phone to anyone other than my dad in that last five years – I really am terrified of the thing. And I can’t bear Whatsapp because I end up feeling hounded if I get more than three messages in a day.
I hardly go out if I’m not going to work. And even tonight, we have work drinks for the people who are leaving, and I’m sitting here desperately trying to come up with excuses to get out of it.
It is leaving me thinking that if Elizabeth Day thinks she is a loser that hides under a rock, desperately avoiding people, then I must be a loser of the tallest order.
Good book, though. I recommend if you have a fascination with friendships and how and why some survive anything and others just fizzle.