mothercoder
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I won't even talk about family in this thread because they are blood and part of me no matter what. But for the record they have been mostly supportive.
However, as people are beginning to see that I'm serious about making this change in my life...as they see my belongings getting sold...as I talk about a vehicle I'm looking at...I'm seeing who my friends really are.
I don't have a bevy of friends. I've always preferred to have just a few ones that I hold near and dear. And that small number is dwindling. They simply don't understand. I am trying to be understanding. If one of them had made this decision several years ago, it might have been me with the incredulous look on my face. But I like to think I'd want to know more about it and gain an understanding of what they were doing. I'd like to think that I wouldn't pretend to be supportive and then when something falls through say, "that looked dark and cramped anyway." I'd like to think that I would try to do things to try and convince them not to pursue something that is clearly important to them. I'd like to think that I wouldn't keep pounding my friend with statements like "how can you poop in a portable toilet" or "I'd never be able to live without a 'real' shower" or "you'll never meet a man out there" or "you're going too far 'the other way'" when I talk about preferring experiences and people over things.
One friend even badgered me to meet a lonely divorcee. She couched in terms of "I know you're leaving but he's lonely and even if you spent time together platonically, it would help him." I still said "no, thanks - I'm just far too busy trying to downsize and once I find a van I'll have no free time because I'll need to be converting it. It just wouldn't be fair to someone to do that." And when I said that, the true purpose was revealed: that maybe if I met someone I would "come to my senses" and abandon this crazy idea to be a nomad.
Yeah, I'm finding out who my friends are.
However, as people are beginning to see that I'm serious about making this change in my life...as they see my belongings getting sold...as I talk about a vehicle I'm looking at...I'm seeing who my friends really are.
I don't have a bevy of friends. I've always preferred to have just a few ones that I hold near and dear. And that small number is dwindling. They simply don't understand. I am trying to be understanding. If one of them had made this decision several years ago, it might have been me with the incredulous look on my face. But I like to think I'd want to know more about it and gain an understanding of what they were doing. I'd like to think that I wouldn't pretend to be supportive and then when something falls through say, "that looked dark and cramped anyway." I'd like to think that I would try to do things to try and convince them not to pursue something that is clearly important to them. I'd like to think that I wouldn't keep pounding my friend with statements like "how can you poop in a portable toilet" or "I'd never be able to live without a 'real' shower" or "you'll never meet a man out there" or "you're going too far 'the other way'" when I talk about preferring experiences and people over things.
One friend even badgered me to meet a lonely divorcee. She couched in terms of "I know you're leaving but he's lonely and even if you spent time together platonically, it would help him." I still said "no, thanks - I'm just far too busy trying to downsize and once I find a van I'll have no free time because I'll need to be converting it. It just wouldn't be fair to someone to do that." And when I said that, the true purpose was revealed: that maybe if I met someone I would "come to my senses" and abandon this crazy idea to be a nomad.
Yeah, I'm finding out who my friends are.