I’ve come to believe that friending has seasons.
Summer, my friends, is not one of them.
You’d think the warm weather would do wonders for a BFF search—fair weather friends and all that—but from what I can tell, all that sunny sunshine does is drive people away. Inspires them to take vacations and attend faraway weddings.
Seems to me that friending is like school. Breaks for summer and Christmas are necessary. It’s not that it’s hard to meet people during the summer— I’ve struck up friendly conversations with more people than ever since the beginning of June—it’s just that people travel so much, or so it seems, that consistency is out of the question.
One great new friend leaves today for a trip to Thailand. She’s had weddings the past two weeks, and the week she before that traveled back home to see family. Which means I haven’t seen her in a month, if not more.
Another friend has weekend weddings, a bachelorette party, and plans to visit her family.
Another spends the summer playing on soccer and kickball teams, taking advantage of the weather but leaving no time for other pals.
Notice a pattern?
To be clear, I am most certainly part of the problem. I have six weddings to attend between July and November, and only one of them is in Chicago. And I also have two–two!– vacations planned. (This is what happens when you realize you can work from anywhere, anytime. You start going anywhere, anytime.)
Summer is exciting for all its promise of fun getaways and quieter days, but its tough for making plans with potential BFFs. Today I heard myself on the phone with my Thailand-bound friend, saying something like “And then, in September, life will calm down and we’ll get together.” Three months from now? Yikes. That’s no good.
To everything there is a season…And summer is not that time.
Some might argue that I’ve got it totally wrong. That winter weather is the kind that makes us horrible and grumpy and isolated. But I don’t think so. Only a day or so into the official season and I can already tell my potential BFFships are being put on hold.
Am I crazy? Or do you agree that friend-making has a calendar of its own? (The academic calendar, perhaps?)