:sad: I'll be your friend???I don't have a group of friends. The last group I had was the band I played with, and I was the strange, quiet, mysterious, shy, intellectual, creative, quirky, talented one (comparatively) that the two extroverted guys in the group were romantically obsessed with. I was a group-shifter, and was as well-liked by the extreme religious types as the drunken party stoner types. In the mountains, much less importance was placed on looks, or even intelligence, than was placed on survival skills and adaptability. I came across as an easygoing, tough-minded survivor type, the opposite of the much despised "city girl" stereotype that people made fun of there, despite the fact that I had just come from Portland. They had a disdain for prissy materialistic girls with their neatly manicured nails, artificially colored hair and an unwillingness to do hard physical labor. The fact that I wasn't afraid of bugs and didn't mind being seen at the general store in my dirty clothes after camping for a month without showering was something that counted in my favor there. They were all willing to forgive the fact that I wasn't into listening to country music, as long as I was willing to play the country song I wrote (entitled "I hate country music") whenever someone requested it at the little tavern. So, my role in that group, oddly enough, was to be the unattainable object of desire that everyone wanted to spend time with. It was quite a change from the way I was treated in my youth.
I should go back there some time. I don't have any friends right now, but it felt good to be loved by everyone.