Popularity

It’s a funny thing.

For starters, it has taken me a very long time to acknowledge that this was even a thing in my life. I was an outcast as a kid. I was awkward and odd looking and really wasn’t popular. Junior high, cruel as it is, didn’t help any. I can recall thinking of suicide, though thankfully the thought of at least my family missing me put that to a stop.

So it’s weird when I look at myself now, and days like today. I have literally hundreds of friends. A handful of what I would consider close friends. 

Usually my social calendar is obnoxiously busy. I literally have to pencil people in and make plans months in advance if I have any prayer of seeing people. And yet, either nobody is hosting anything today for the holiday (and going elsewhere with people in their other circles I don’t know?) Or do they assume that I’ve already got plans, being the social butterfly that I am?

Whatever. I need sleep anyway.