Bag of Goodness and the Shape of Hate

I now know the cause of my social insanity! Or at least I am beginning to understand all of it.

Here it goes.

I hate social circles. I hate limiting myself to a certain group of people, because then people feel left out, or there isn't enough variety, or you get sick of each other or other such problems. But the reason social circles exist is because the people within them all get along. They are comfortable with the others in the group and can feel at ease for social gatherings. Which is how these circles are formed.

Just because I hate these social circles does not mean I wouldn't like to be involved in them though. And by that I mean I would like to be invited to do things with various circles. I just don't want to be a part of only one circle. I would love to participate in activities with groups A, B, 3, Q, 082cx and other. Just as long as I am not obligated to do EVERYTHING, ALL THE TIME with them.

The thing is that I want to be able to mix all my close friends into one circle that isn't really a circle of it's own. Just a group of people that is comfortable with one another, but not pressured into being close with everyone in that group. It's like... Sweet and Salty Honey Chex Mix. Or whatever the heck it is. The Bag of Goodness. (see diagram below)

Each piece on it's own is freakin tasty, but all together they are ultra tasty as well. They can be in the same bag together, but they can also go be in their individual pretzel bag, or their chex cereal box. They are like "Hey, I'm cool. I would love to hang out with that weird graham cracker thing and that pretzel tonight! But I think next weekend I will just chill with the rice chex for a bit. Maybe party it up with the corn ones later." You know what I mean?

It just makes me sad that sometimes people think they can't get along because they are from other social circles. Why the heck not try to get along with someone you don't know? It's part of the fun!

All in all, I just wish I could have my bag of goodness, and eat it too.

Love,
Tom