I'm jealous of all the friendships people in the book blogging community have.
Sure some are like cliques (like come on, you know it's true), but I want that. I want to be able to share my thoughts on books and meet people who are like me in real life. People I can text and meet in person and fan girl with. I've been blogging for 5 or 6 years now (I've even lost count) and I can count on one hand how many of those kinds of friendships I've made and I feel like this:
|Ice cream is mandatory in situations like this.|
I want to be able to go to a city and think "hey, a (blogger) friend of mine lives here, I could crash on their couch!" or send someone a package of books because we were GChatting about them.
I guess it comes down to wanting to be liked. I want people to think I'm friend material because I'd like to think I am friend material. I want to belong in a more real way than just having a book blog. It's when I see friendships like this that make me wonder: is there something I'm doing wrong? Why don't people like me? What is wrong with me?
Yes, I realize I sound kind of childish but I feel it's an insecurity we all have and face at one point in our lives.