Friends

So far the hardest thing about living in New York City has been attempting to make friends.

Which is saying a lot. Considering I've moved twice, had horrible medical procedures performed on me, have had to deal with domestic abuse (neighbors, not my own), constant sexual harrassment, and just getting to and from work each day is practically an Odyssey.
But nope, getting a couple quality friends has been the biggest challenge.
Maybe I'm picky. Maybe I'm a bitch. Maybe I'm judgemental, but I just don't feel comfortable around that many people. Or tolerant of them. And I won't settle. Plus I'm most attracted to the dysfunctional types, which is constantly backfiring.
Anyway, I've made some progress lately. I think I have three and half friends. But there are problems. One has an insecure gf that wants me to die, one is a self-absorbed, OCD sociopath, and one has some serious trouble relating to people on any sort of personal level.
Thankfully, Mander will be here soon. And I can bask in her wonderful craziness.