The first time I heard that line, I laughed out loud. As a person who bores easily, I completely understand this sentiment . As a butthole who loves to make gross stereotypes, I find this way of dividing people not only gratifying, but also whimsical and slightly devilish.
A while back I had drinks with some lovely friends that I hadn't seen in awhile. We started talking about our busy lives and how difficult it is to find the time to
As our conversation progressed, one of my friends expressed concern with some of the relationships in her life. We all listened and nodded knowingly as she described something that each of us had personally experienced. I thought for a moment, then I said, "I wouldn't worry about it. Everyone has 'their people'. It doesn't mean that you aren't a good friend or a good person, it's just that people find others who best understand them and stick with those folks. It's easier for everyone that way."
Then I proceeded to tell them how "my people" laugh at inappropriate things and get through life's hardships by finding the humor in every situation. As much as I love being around a diverse herd, my adolescent boy's sense of humor and lack of filter occasionally makes integrating difficult for me. My gut reaction is often to crack a joke, offer up a multiple choice answer or snort at something instead of offering consolation. I'll just say it; I suck at solace. I'd rather get you drunk, try on stupid hats, make you laugh, distract you with quotes from "Mean Girls" and help you burn pictures of your ex husband/wife. I can also redecorate your living room, help you write the Match.com profile or take you shopping for a new wardrobe, as I have been gifted with special talents in those areas as well.
Unfortunately, many of "my people" have migrated to new scenery. In the past few years I have lost my wise, witty and wonderful bestie to San Francisco; my smart, sexy and sassy soul mate to Estes Park; one most crafty, charismatic and comical Sarah to Iowa; and one genuine, state of the art, original funny lady by the name of Erin to New Jersey. Don't cry for me, I have found more of "my people" here (and I always keep spare Erin's and Sarah's in a box under my bed); but no one can replace those fuckers that keep relocating. Damn it, you people. Don't you know that YOU are MY PEOPLE!
But really, I miss your faces and please come and visit. I promise I'll clean all of that crap and Smelly Cat out of the spare room so that you can sleep there.
I do have a point here, I promise...
To all of you who are struggling with relationships, don't worry about it (unless you are just a giant, raging asshole- then you should really fix that). Just be yourself, find "your people", continue being yourself around those people that make you happy, and enjoy your life. Don't misunderstand my sage advice, this doesn't mean that you can't make friends with folks outside of your comfort zone. In fact, I highly recommend befriending someone unusual from your normal scene, as those are generally the sorts who can teach you all of those pesky lessons that we are here to learn about ourselves and others. Blah blah blah.
"To know thyself is to know thy people." ~Johi
"To know thy people is to know thyself." ~Johi
"I like fart jokes, y tu`?" ~Johi
Rock on, "my people".
Peace, Love and Social Acceptance through Scrupulous Selection,
~Do you recognize "your people"? Who are they?