I don’t have a big social circle.

I don’t have a circle at all.

I have what us semi-awkward introverts lovingly call

“a triangle”

And in that triangle,

there’s me,

and then there’s my two other personalities.

Just kidding.

But I kid you not,

it’s that kind of humor right there which is exactly why my social circle be nonexistent.

But for reals, I have a triangle.

It’s me and my two ride or dies.

And sometimes I have a square or a pentagon, but I kinda max out there ‘cause fives a good number and I ain’t good at math, and also because circles are enclosing and confining and this wanna-be bad B just doesn’t like being held hostage

to commitments,

play dates,

couple dates,

GNOs,

group vacas,

and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad

group texting threads.

I don’t like pressure.

And pressure is what you can feel when you have a larger group of friends.

So I keep mine small,

and that works for me.

I’m okay having two to five ladies I can call on for anything and everything instead of seven or ten.

Because between two and five is the about the amount of people, outside my family of five, that I can handle being there for.

And that’s just me being honest,

and realistic,

and wearing my friendship-restricting known flaws because

THEY.
ARE.
COMFORTABLE.

Just like the friendships I keep.