I have always been anti-social to a fault. I hate crowds, I talk and get along with only certain people. And I normally avoid social events, if I could.

It’s not that I am a weird hermit who despises being seen in public. I actually do enjoy attention, being the narcissist that I am. But the only difference between me and the typical attention seeker is that I do not crave for attention, and certainly do not beg for it.

It simply comes to me, whether I like it or not.

However, this is not about me liking attention. This is about me having a fairly anti social life. It’s contradictory because I am quite friendly, if I like you and find you interesting. If I am not friendly and/or nice to you, something is wrong somewhere. Perhaps you should ask yourself what you did wrong.

And that my friends, is probably where I screwed up big time. My pride, and my point of view that I am better than most people (in a whole lot of things) has caused me to be forgotten in everybody’s life.

Weddings, engagements, birthdays, baby shower, baby being born, dinners just because. I’ve not been invited to a single major social event. And I only have myself to blame.

If I had not been such an arrogant prick in school. Had I not been selective in creating friendships. Perhaps then, I wouldn’t find myself in such a predicament.

Oh, please do not think that I feel sorry for myself. I never feel sorry for myself. Besides, it’s better to have a few close friends rather than have 1000 friends who doesn’t really care about you. Besides if you have invitations for baby showers, weddings, engagement parties every other week, you’ll probably be damn bored of it pretty soon. I know I would, considering my short attention span.

Which is why when my wonderful friend Kavi called from Adelaide, Australia to share some pretty damn good news – I felt an undescribable happiness for her. It’s so amazing how we can be so far apart and not talk for months and when she calls – it feels like nothing’s changed at all.

It feels like we’re back in our school days. Still speaking the same lingo, still understanding each other fully. Same jokes falling into place.

And it’s moments like these that sometimes I feel blessed not to have so many friends because to feel so happy for a friend every once in a long while, is better than small bits of happiness at many intervals.

It’s like why have a tub of ice cream over a month when you can have a Swenson’s Earthquake in just one hour?

Make sense? Of course.