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What’s up cornflake? I know. I know. It’s not exactly a four letter word. Give me a break here. It’s been a rough day. So rough that I’ve come to the conclusion that people are assholes. Here’s my conundrum. I have been living in SoCal for the last four and a half years and I have yet to make friends. It’s not that I don’t try, mind you. I have. And it’s not that I don’t have any friends, because I do. When we lived in San Diego, I managed to make a couple of friends. But one moved away to Arizona, and when we moved inland, driving over an hour to visit my two other friends just seemed like a daunting task. But we have been in our new home for the past year and a half and so far nada. For the longest time I thought it was me. Maybe I come across too desperate. Maybe I should have waited a few days to call. Or maybe I’m too intimidating. Maybe I act too good. But no, that’s not why. I’ve come to realize that people here are just superficial. Bunch of flakers. I thought maybe joining the gym would help, but nothing there either. I’ve joined a couple mommy groups, but it’s the same result. I meet someone I think I might have something in common with, even went out on a first date, and that’s it. I don’t get asked for a second date. The sad part is that if I come across these flakers today, they would say something like, “Oh my God. We should totally hang out. It’s been a long time. Let’s plan something.” And then, like an idiot, I would fall for it. So what do I do? I make plans. And then they either cancel or don’t even fucking bother to show up. At least call me, or text me if you’re too lazy, because unlike you, I allot my time accordingly. It’s just rude! Maybe it’s a Southern California kinda thing because where I’m from, in NorCal, we don’t do shit like that. We respect people, and their time. And I think I’m mature enough to know that not everyone is going to want to be my friend. I’m okay with that. But please, don’t look me in the face and make plans with me, all the while knowing you have no intention on coming through. Trust me, I won’t be running and crying home to mommy because you don’t think I’m cool enough to hang out with you. Next time you see me, just say hi and let’s leave it at that. Word to your mother.