Making Friends as an Adult is Hard

Something really cool happened a few weeks ago. At least I thought it was cool. And now you have to read about it. SO THERE.

A few years ago I reconnected with an old high school friend via Facebook. I found out she has two great blogs and I've been glued to them ever since. When I joined Twitter (which I did at the demand of B, because apparently he runs my life sometimes (at least he used to, sad face), and vice versa), she was one of the first people I followed. Through her Twitter, I met another girl, with whom, I later discovered, I went to high school with. I don't remember this girl, although her face looked vaguely familiar. It turned out we live pretty close to each other now, so I friended her on FB (which, btw, I never friend people I don't know, and you shouldn't either, it makes me so mad when my students friend people they don't know, um, hello, that's how you end up in the back of a windowless van, kiddos). She also has a blog, which I commented on at one point. I wanted to let her know that "M" is me, so I sent her a FB message telling her so (I reveal myself from time to time to people who are completely out of the world of education and aren't likely to use the information to ruin my life). I was so not prepared for her response. Apparently she's been reading my blog for a while and even mentioned that she misses Caliban and Feste (as do I, ALL THE TIME). It totally blew her mind that it was me writing this, like I'm some sort of an internet celebrity. (Which I totes am, obvi.)

(This post has more parentheses than most and I don't know what that's all about. I'd apologize, but I don't think one ever has to apologize for using parentheses. It's like how love means never having to say you're sorry. Something like that. I need to stop this parentheses now because it's getting ridiculous.)

We had coffee shortly thereafter and it was super fun. One of the first things she said to me was, "So am I supposed to call you M, or...?" I laughed and said she could call me by my real name and then I explained where the pseudonym came from, which, sorry dear readers, this is closest you're ever going to get to an explanation on that one. We had a nice afternoon and I think I have a new friend, which is cool because making friends as adult is hard, especially when you're super awkward and think that talking to people is the worst ever.

I guess all this is to reinforce a lesson I learned from a Starbucks cup a long time ago...