Remember my irritation at the bank? Well this is what another financial institution thought fit to send me today.
Note to bank: if you are going to send my new credit card in a plain white envelope, perhaps just leave it at that.
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
Thursday, 11 April 2013
So I asked for advice, and advice I got. No postcards yet, but I live in hope.
How do you find friends as an adult I asked.
Here’s the best of the advice I've received.
Several friends thought fit to warn me off alcohol in my quest for companionship:
“How about an AA meeting?” one quipped. “Stop drinking beer in the greengrocers – it’s probably giving off the wrong image.”
Of course someone else suggested finding a home on the other side of the bar, “I've always found that working part-time in a bar is a good way to meet a heap of people. Especially if it is a place you like to drink yourself, it's a perfect excuse to chat to pretty much everybody else in the room.”
From elsewhere came advice to seek holier help, “Go to church!” was followed by “very odd and unusual folks attend church. If evangelical – take your towel and cossie.”
Many folks ‘felt my pain.’ “I hear you” one said. “Late 20s IS a tough time to relocate,” replied another, “ I moved to
at 28 and damn, it was tough. Made lots of friends by having a baby.” Edinburgh
Woah – that’s a bit drastic love.
“In the quest for love, my lovely former neighbour trialed numerous different lady-seeking methodologies, I think including a billboard.”
So, I need to wander around this very small place wearing a billboard ‘MATES REQUIRED?’
Never mind drinking in the greengrocer, a billy-no-mates-billboard really would give off a certain impression.
“Join a uke group.” Yes I’d love to – but there’s not one. Could take uke to pub alone and hope to have influence of pied piper. Worry this will have outcome of billboard wearing.
“Get a dog” came a chorus of responses. “Not for friendship with the dog ( although that would be good) but for friendship with other dog walkers.” Whilst I would like a hound, at the present time gaining a hound might mean losing The Boyfriend. When I pointed this out to one such dog-advocate, she replied “There are pros and cons to most decisions.”
And finally, in your hour of need, you know you can depend on the support and encouragement of those far flung friends you already have “Bloody hell Rach – how hard can it be? I read earlier in the week that even Justin Bieber has 4 friends.”
And with that I am off to the pub.
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
How do you make friends? No really. It’s a serious inquiry. As a child the sole criteria of friendship is liking the same toy. Boom – you’re pals.
Seems it doesn’t quite work the same way at 29.
Now I have school friends, who knew me through the bad hairstyles, the teenage angst, the smirnoff ice. University friends, with whom I laughed, lived and drank jack daniels. And friends whom I have been lucky enough to pick up on my travels since then. Housemates, former work colleagues, friends of friends.
But having once again upped sticks and relocated to the actual arse end of nowhere, I’m at a bit of a loss. Sympathy is not what I’m looking for. I chose to move 600 miles to a place where I knew nobody. I am by the sea. I do have friends. But they’re not exactly here to pop out for a beer with are they? No they’re bloody not.
Obviously I have The Boyfriend, which is making the whole thing infinitely more enjoyable; but it would be nice to have a token friend whom I could meet for gin, or tea, or a non-drink based activity. And I know from previous experience that this friend-making-as-an-adult malarkey takes time. So I’m starting immediately.
Efforts to date:
1. Went to book swap in local pub. Saw sign in the window, was brave and went alone. Beers and books – surely I’m going to like these people. And like them I did. But I also brought the average age down by at least 40 years. Beers drank 1. Friends made 0.
2. Being lovely at new job. Naturally it’s a challenge to be smiley. Lots of friendly people who comment on my nice coat. Attended all work drinks in spirit of being social, but must accept these things are organic and take time. Did find lovely lady with whom could discuss The Big Reunion. Beers drank 6. Friends made 0.
3. Yoga classes. Very enjoyable to align self with sea and all that, and bendyness coming along nicely. However, little opportunity for conversation, and definitely no beer. (Was brief titter when lovely prim lady farted, mind.) Beers drank 0. Friends made 0.
I suppose I did have a beer in the greengrocers when I popped in for groceries one evening, so there's another beer on the tally.
But readers where the heck you find like (ish) minded nice people who are looking to welcome you (or rather me) into their social life?
Answers on a postcard. Or in a tweet. Whichever.