I was shown a series of photos today of an impromptu get together at a local bar. Two became four, which then became a half dozen or more gathered together, responding to texts or phone calls. "Come on out" I imagine someone saying. "We're having a great time."
My phone was silent.
I have long struggled with feelings of exclusion, of not feeling like I am fun enough for someone to want to call me at the end of the day to say "come on out". I can't even rationalize the non-invitation with the thought that some of them know that I am not drinking. Truth be told, if I were drinking I would not have been included in that round of texts and phone calls.
I have declined after work excursions to have a drink for a long time. In the past I have not trusted myself to have one or two and stop there. I have not wanted to go and not drink, and I have not wanted to go and drink too much, so I have opted not to go. After awhile the invitations stopped, and even though I understand it somehow I still feel sad when I am not included.
This is hard for me because I desperately want to be okay with it. I want to be okay with not being invited. Yes, even though I would not have gone, I would have liked to have been invited. I would have liked for someone to say "You should be here too."
Barring that, I would have liked not to have known that the get together happened.
I know I am being unreasonable.
This is where I need to turn to God and answer his invitation to me. He always calls, he always wants me to be around.
I'm not there yet, but I look forward to the day when that will heal the ache in my heart.
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