February... we meet again
It's not that I hate this month, but there's just very little about it that I like. Plus, it's one of those times in the year where things always seem to go to shit. Each year I am determined to get the better of it, be positive and let the shit bounce off and around me. It is a struggle though, when bad luck is looming, you have to do some fancy footwork to dodge it. Thankfully it is the shortest month of they year, so I don't have to endure for long.
Last weekend I was in Jersey visiting one of my BFFs Meg and her husby Brian. It was super cool, I had a great time. There was some February weirdness though. We met up with some other old friends in NYC and things went from Good to Bad pretty quick. Surely the alcohol involved didn't help, but cannot solely be blamed for the frantic spin out of control.
Here's the deal. I am not a touchy-feely person. There are very few people in this world that I am OK with coming into my personal space and\or embracing or touching me, without an invitation to do so. I have gotten much better about this over the years, so much so that I am OK (and even cool with sometimes) the casual hello or goodbye hug. So when my NYC friend was reaching out for some affection, it was fine. When it didn't stop and started to escalate, I just rationalized it away, keeping myself calm that she just misses me, and it's fine. IT'S FINE I SAID!
By the end of the night... all I am really OK to say about it was, I had to forcefully and defensively push my friend off of me and be stern (aka mean) regarding her behavior.
What sucks about this is, in talking through the situation with Meg, who thankfully witnessed all of this, what has become clear is that my NYC friend seems to have had a crush on me for the entire length of our friendship. I've counseled my friends through similar situations, but have not really ever been on the receiving end before. It feels shittier than I realized it did, but I'm not going to dwell on it. It's over and done.
Outside of all that, it really was a great trip.
Last weekend I was in Jersey visiting one of my BFFs Meg and her husby Brian. It was super cool, I had a great time. There was some February weirdness though. We met up with some other old friends in NYC and things went from Good to Bad pretty quick. Surely the alcohol involved didn't help, but cannot solely be blamed for the frantic spin out of control.
Here's the deal. I am not a touchy-feely person. There are very few people in this world that I am OK with coming into my personal space and\or embracing or touching me, without an invitation to do so. I have gotten much better about this over the years, so much so that I am OK (and even cool with sometimes) the casual hello or goodbye hug. So when my NYC friend was reaching out for some affection, it was fine. When it didn't stop and started to escalate, I just rationalized it away, keeping myself calm that she just misses me, and it's fine. IT'S FINE I SAID!
By the end of the night... all I am really OK to say about it was, I had to forcefully and defensively push my friend off of me and be stern (aka mean) regarding her behavior.
What sucks about this is, in talking through the situation with Meg, who thankfully witnessed all of this, what has become clear is that my NYC friend seems to have had a crush on me for the entire length of our friendship. I've counseled my friends through similar situations, but have not really ever been on the receiving end before. It feels shittier than I realized it did, but I'm not going to dwell on it. It's over and done.
Outside of all that, it really was a great trip.