Before you judge me, a bad friend isn’t something I’m trying to be. That would mean I don’t want to hang out with my friends, when the truth is, I really, really do.
Sadly, the amount of time I spend in social situations is something I have to control.
It’s one of the main drawbacks of being an introvert, you see: the need to be alone in order to recharge. For me, a single social occasion is followed by at least a few, non-negotiable days of “me time” at home.
Otherwise overwhelming feelings begin to surface and I’m left downright exhausted.
It doesn’t help that most of my friends are social butterflies who would call me a grandma or say I was boring if I said I couldn’t be bothered going out.
Although not entirely inaccurate accusations, I knew I could do better. Not as a friend, but as a maker-of-believable-excuses. Frankly, “I can’t be bothered”, lacked creativity. And if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s creativity, darn it!
So I started mixing things up. The upshot of course was that I started telling fibs. So, for example, I’d say I was out for dinner or at the movies, when in reality, I’d not set foot outside my snack-filled haven (bedroom).
These tiny, weeny white lies allowed me the time I needed to restore myself, ready for my next big night out, so technically – TECHNICALLY – I was doing it to ensure the smooth functioning of our social circle. I was lying for the greater good.
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