Jerry and I were driving around today, trying to find a place that has these fancy schmancy roof tiles we've been looking into (ceramic covered steel) when Pat called. Pat and I talked for a few minutes about when she'd be back in Texas (she's been on her yacht cruising the Bahama's for the past ... however long), what their future plans are, blah blah blah.
After we hung up I started contemplating why I don't really have any friends to spent time with here in Texas. At least ones that I don't have to hound (sorry, Hazel!) or feel obligated because they are my visiting teacher (sad but true, Colette) to spend time with me. Where do I find friends? What do I get involved into meet people? Then I started wondering ... and said out loud, "Maybe I don't have any friends because I'm not a good friend." Jerry didn't reply. I am going assume he didn't reply because he thought I was just being silly and didn't really BELIEVE it. However, that of course put me into some what of a tizzy.
Am I not a good friend? Am I too abrasive? Am I too sarcastic? Am I too honest? Am I not reliable enough? Am I not thoughtful enough? Am I boring? !!!
I can't be that terrible of a friend; when I go to Canada I barely have enough time in a month to spend time with all my friends and family. Even then, I usually leave with a few people I haven't seen and are dissatisfied we haven't been able to get together. So I must have some redeeming qualities.