Let’s just be honest with one another for a second, okay? We generally want to be friends with people who are like us, and when someone doesn’t look like us right off the bat, well, we don’t really want to be their friend. Once they catch a whiff of my killer personality though, it’s a completely different story. Skinny moms don’t generally want to be friends with me at first glance. That mom has a weird haircut, that mom has a FUPA, that mom drove here in an old car, that mom has seven kids, that mom, that mom, that mom, that mom. The mom in the group of two or three other moms? Not gonna happen, breaking into a group is impossible. That mom over there on her phone? She looks kind of unapproachable (I’ve been there, no judgment). Couldn’t be friends with her, I loathe pushing my kids on the swing. First impressions are key, right? Don’t you go to the playground and scope the moms out, wondering if you could be friends with each one there? That mom pushing her kid on the swing? Nope. People are different in every area I’ve lived, and without fail, I always seem to be just on the outside of what is readily acceptable or sought-after as a good friend. I’ve moved enough to know what it’s like to make new friends, and each time I move, I seem to have a whole new set of problems arise.