I’ve always been a bit of an odd duck when it comes to relationships.
I was that kid who when I had a best friend, I’d get really bent out of shape if my friend had another best friend. I figured that they must not like me as much as I liked them. Since normal people have more than one friend, I had to figure out how to get over that.
Yeah, I spent a lot of time with my head buried in books.
Once I hit high school, I ended up with this super awesome circle of friends. We basically did everything together and spent most weekends in giant group sleepovers. However, like a lot of people’s high school relationships, the friendships just kind of fizzled out when I went off to college.
Now that I’m a grown up, I’ve finally figured it out. I got rid of those people who just complain and breed bad energy and I surround myself with the kinds of friends who are awesome, positive people. The type of friends who when you spend time with them it rejuvenates you and makes you happy. It’s a small, but mighty crew of people I know I can count on.
The problem comes when I have to travel outside of my little bubble.
Every year when I go to BlogHer, I look forward to the conference from the moment I purchase my ticket. These are MY people. A bunch of awesome lady bloggers who do what I do. But different. And I get super excited and super hyped. I plan my days and my parties and my meetings. And my outfits, of course. There may be some highlighters coming out because I just full-on embrace my Type A nerd self.
And then I get there and I have no friends.
Sure, I can sit down next to someone at a keynote or in a classroom and have a 5 minute polite conversation without being too weird. But then, when it’s time to switch activities we always part ways. And it’s not that I’m shy. I’m actually not. I’m what is considered an extroverted introvert.
At the end of the day I go back to my hotel room to recharge and I start thinking about venturing out for dinner and I realize that I’m kind of lonely. And it sucks and to be completely frank, it kind of hurts my feelings too that nobody wants to be friends with me.
But here is the thing; I KNOW that there are a bunch of other women sitting in their hotel rooms feeling the EXACT SAME THING. There are more odd ducks out there – just like me – and I’m not quite sure how to find them.
Although, right now I’m imagining trotting through the hallways with a duck call kazoo like the Pied Piper.
I guess the point of this is. I’m always going to be an odd duck. I’m 38 years old. I’m not going to grow out of it. This is just who I am. So, if you’re an odd duck too. Let’s be odd ducks together.
For my ladies at #BlogHer16 who get through the day of conferences and realize that you have nobody to get dinner with, find me. Tweet me. Facebook massage me. Quack at me. Whatever. Just let me know and we will meet up. Us odd ducks need to stick together.
For my fabulous readers not coming to BlogHer, are you an odd duck? Tell me about it!