The next morning I woke up, sat down at my computer, and sat like the biggest turd for the next two hours, going through Facebook, watching everyone else and their happy lives, and wondering how I was so unlucky to get such lazy and uncommitted friends.
Then I saw it. A quote I had once read and even quoted myself. Someone had posted it.
And I realized I was the one who hadn’t been a friend. I was the one who hadn’t reached out. I was the one who hadn’t been there for others.
I was a big, giant, turd.
I started looking through my texts. I had been looking for friends, all right.
So, I decided to try being a friend instead.
That night, after I had crawled back into bed (early, I assure you), and as hard as it was, I didn’t say anything to my friends about myself.
Suddenly, my phone was bonging every few seconds. All my friends started texting me like crazy.
With each text, I only replied as a friend, and not as someone looking for a friend. And soon I had text convos going with all sorts of friends that I hadn’t heard from forever.
Within an hour, two different friends invited me to do something later that weekend.
The next night, I had time to burn, so I went to the bar. And I decided to be a friend there, too.
Suddenly I found myself on stage with a bunch of strangers, arm in arm, singing at the top of my lungs.