It looks
like you have already met most of the important and significant people in my
group of friends. There are still a few more but I’m glad that I get to write
after The Always-Late. Actually, I was really taken back when I saw the text from
The Leader telling me that it was my turn to write a post. Having people
reaching out to me doesn’t happen very often. Why, you ask?
Because I’m
The Forgettable.
For some
strange reasons, my friends always forget about me. The Planner almost always forgets
to send me an invitation or a reminder whenever the group plans to hang out. One
time in summer, I went to a pool party and, apparently, there was a BBQ the day
before. A few people, including The Planner, asked me why I was not there. When
I told them that I never got the invitation, The Planner acted confused as if
some mysterious force had stopped the invitation from getting to me. And it
was not the first time that kind of situation happened to me.
Another
time, a group of us went out to eat at a restaurant. After we finished eating
and while everyone else was trying to figure out the check, I went to the restroom.
When I came back, our table was empty! Nothing! Nobody! Gone! Yup, you guessed
it. My friends left the restaurant without me. They didn’t mean it. It wasn’t
a prank. They really forgot about me. I didn’t understand why it happened. Even
when The Always-Late is late, people remember to wait for her. You might think
that I’m very unfortunate. I just think that I’m a very forgettable person.
Before you
tell me that I need new friends or that my friends hate me, let me explain. I
am a hundred percent sure that my friends do not hate me. Beside the fact that
almost nobody remembers to reach out to me first or invite me to events, my friends
actually love me and care for me. When I reach out to them and ask them to hang
out or help me, they always happily agree to it. They never try to make excuses
and avoid me. And whenever we gather together, we have a lot of fun. I’m an
international student with no acquaintance in America. My friends have been
helping and taking care of me ever since I moved here. I know they care.
I know I’m in the weirdest situation here. My
friends don’t hate me but they always forget about me. I have no idea how to
explain that. Any suggestions? Something to make myself more noticeable and
significant? And, please, don’t tell me to get new friends!
