I’ll admit it; I want people to like me. I want them to think I’m cool, smart, and really pretty. Is that shallow? Well maybe, but it’s the truth.
People should love you, for you, yeh, yeh, yeh . . . . no need for a lecture. But the fact of the matter remains, when you’re an adult, friends are a lot harder to come by.
So, if some lonely soul is wandering around my neighborhood, looking for a friend, only to stumble across my doorstep, I don’t want them to walk through my doorway and exclaim,”What the heck? This is a mess of a house! These people suck!”
1.) We are a family who gets along well enough to take family photos.
2.) We are literate, or we like people to believe we are.
3.) We have a plant that we have not yet killed, so maybe we won’t kill you.
4.) We have a maroon lamp, so we must like light and we know how to match.
That about sums us up. So now when guests walk through our doorway, maybe they’ll say, “What a lovely home! Such creative, modern, and lovely people.”
And that will be all the time I need to blindfold them and force them to be my friend.