French Fries.

Right now, friendships are equated with French fries. I just got home and am anxious all inside, and embarrassed at the same time. Trying to fit in and finds friends in Charlotte is easy and hard at the same time. This Tuesday, it is exclamation marks. I went out with some people after a gathering of Christian singles worship, thinking it would be conversation and general chat about our weeks. Instead, it turned into people throwing French fries, sugar packets, and whatever across tables to be silly. I was so embarrassed to be labeled with them, and especially labeled as Christians in that restaurant, that I wanted to creep out of my seat from beneath the table.

At this point in my life, I want to be tucking my children in. I don't want to be ducking adults French fries at a restaurant. I live this life of single, twenty-seven, and am trying to find other adults/women to really dig into life of greater meaning with others that have the space/capacity for me also. Husbands, children, whatever. It doesn't matter, as long as I am still welcomed along. I have friends with both of these, and we are still core friends. But, how do I connect and meet with some of them deeply here?

And not sit at a booth where they are throwing French fries.