January 8, 2013 by lucieromarin
…has afternoon tea with a melancholic of the previous post (i.e me), the conversation about making friends as one ages might go something like this:
Sanguine: What’s up?
Me: I’ve been thinking about how it’s so much more difficult to make new friends as you get older.
San: No, it isn’t. I don’t think it is.
San: Well, I’ve never had any trouble making friends. I have heaps of friends. What makes you think it’s hard to make new friends?
Me: Well – I guess people are in their groups, you know…and –
San: Oh, I don’t have any trouble with groups. I just talk to people. You should get out more. Why don’t you talk to more people?
Me: Well, sometimes it’s hard to-
San: No it isn’t. You worry too much. I don’t have time to worry. I have enough problems as it is without worrying about friends. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been going through at work. It’s a nightmare. It’s a total nightmare. You’ve never experienced anything like it.
Sanguine 2: Hi, guys!
Me/San 1: Hi!
San 2: Sorry I’m late. You wouldn’t believe the traffic I had getting here. (Here follows a ten minute anecdote about the traffic.)
San 1: We were just talking about my work. It’s a nightmare.
San 2: Did you have a staff party in December? I went to a staff party. I showed them how a Catholic girl parties.
San 1: Me too! I wore that red scarf you probably noticed me wearing at Mass last week and – oh – did I tell you about where I got these shoes?
San 2: Yeah, I saw your Facebook post. Did you see my photos from my visit to the Smiths? I spent three days there. It was awesome! I’m totally going back as soon as I can – I’m just waiting till the party season is over. I don’t want to miss the Jackson’s party! Did you go last year? I went last year –
San 1 (to me): See – it’s easy to make friends. I have 169 friends just on Facebook. It’s great!
Me: Have you met them all?
San 1: Not all of them, but I guarantee you they all know me. (grin) No one reads Sanguine One’s page without getting to know her – ho ho – no way! Everyone knows what I’m made of. So I’m not worried about making new friends. God will send me friends.
San 2 (to you?): Does making friends worry you? That’s so weird. I don’t think you can worry about things like that. I think you should just enjoy life. You need to get out more.
Me: But I guess that means someone has to invite me to something…I don’t know – once people get married –
San 2: Oh, married people love me. Did I tell you I went to the Jones’ the other day? Oh my gosh, the baby is so cute. We get on like anything. The baby loves me.
Me (to San 1): What are you doing?
San 1: Just taking a picture of the cake.
Me: Now what are you doing?
San 1: Just putting it on my Facebook page. There. Now everyone will know you had afternoon tea with me.
Me: Um. You came to my house.
San 1: Done. Great. (Looks up at me, smiling.) See? Having fun is easy!
Some people just don’t get that sometimes you need to be able to express a worry or a fear and not have it turned into a debate or an anecdote about them. At the same time, it must be admitted that these fictional sanguines do have points in their favour; they are, to some extent, making their own good fortune.