You know that old joke, about the fearful child who says he/she wants God with skin on?
I am so lonely for a friend with skin on. I have so many friends across the country, blog-related and other, but no one here with skin on. I am in such desperate need for a long girlfriend conversation, the kind where you have to take a bathroom break halfway through to pee because you’ve had so much coffee or Diet Coke. I want to be able to speak freely, without reservation, without wondering if my words will be used to judge me or hurt me or gossip about me.
It was a lot easier making friends in high school and college. Now? Now it seems like everyone is rushing around the track in their own lanes and there’s no time, no way, no how.