I Never Learned How to Make Friends!

My husband and I moved from the prairies to the west coast this year because the opportunity came up and we both agreed on one thing; BC is best!  He has moved around the country quite a bit for work, but this was my first big move away from my family and friends.  I have been learning a lot!

I realized that I don’t know how to make friends.  I have no idea.  I’ve always had friends out of situational necessity.  I grew up in a small town my entire life.  I moved away for university and lived in the dorm.  I worked part-time with other people my age.  When I graduated college I worked with my friends that graduated at the same time.  There were always people around, and one can’t just not talk to them without being the weird chick, and then one just magically ends up with friends!

Now that I’ve moved across the country and haven’t been in school regularly and have found my job search quickly going nowhere, I’ve realized that I never learned how to make a friend out of a stranger on the street.  Who is supposed to say “hello” first?  Do I wait for someone to make eye contact?  Can I beg my hair stylist to go for coffee with me?  Can I just bake some cookies with the front door open and hope someone wanders in to find the delicious smell, and then just slam the door shut and force tea down their throat until they agree to buy adorable “best friends” necklaces with me?  I don’t know, I never learned how to make friends with complete strangers outside of structured social settings!

I spent a lot of days being sad and depressed on the couch with my dog sleeping on the floor beside me before I finally got so annoyed at having nothing to do while my husband was at work and powered up my Google machine.  After much searching I found that I was not, in fact, alone in my search for friends.  There’s online dating, but it also turns out that there is online friending!  There are blogs and sites dedicated to connecting lonely individuals with other lonely individuals who are looking for a platonic tea party buddy who will drink it without you having to force it down their throat.

I found a social group site, http://www.meetup.com, made a profile, and started searching for someone to friend.  It turned out that I didn’t really fit in with the local groups already running (I’m not a 40-year-old divorced woman, or a dude with a pimped out motorbike), so I said “To hell with it, I’m making my own.”  And just like that I started hosting a group online, organizing hikes and pub nights, knitting circles and winery tours.  It’s the easiest friending I have ever done.

I was back in my hometown chatting with my mom and a few of her friends a couple of weeks ago, and one of them asked me how I’ve been doing out west on my own (since my husband travels a lot for extended periods for work) and if I’ve been finding a social group.  I excitedly told them about my online ladies’ social group, and they all looked surprised.  One of them said “wow, you’re really brave and outgoing.”  They talked about it as if I was doing this amazing thing, when in reality all I do is post something online like “Cheap Movie Night!” and go see a movie with a bunch of friendly gals.  We continued chatting and when I got home I thought about the conversation, and I came to the conclusion that MOST PEOPLE DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS!

Almost everyone relies on their social or occupational situations to provide them with friends.  Uprooting yourself and moving across the country is becoming more common, but is by no means the typical thing to do.  So many people are born, grow up, live, work, play, and die in the same community and never have to step outside of their comfortable little box.  Here I am, living all by myself on the other side of the country, and meeting strangers online in order to have someone to go hiking with so I don’t get eaten by a cougar, and people think that’s amazing.  I mean, it’s kind of a pain in the ass, since if I meet friends online for the first time, I don’t know if I can run faster than them and I kind of need to know that in case we meet a cougar.

So if you have been wondering your whole life why everyone seems to know how to make friends while you struggle, I bet it’s not just you.  I bet all of those other people are wondering (or wondered at some point) the same thing.  Thinking about that has made it much easier for me to stike up a conversation with someone at the tea shop, or engage someone else in a friendly exchange on the beach taking their dog for a walk, and I have met quite a few lovely people.

Smile at that stranger as you walk past them on the street, maybe tell that dude at the dog park that his sweater looks nice.  Bake some Christmas cookies and take them to your neighbours, or maybe stop in the parking lot for that girl that looks like she can’t get her car started and see if she needs a hand.  If no one is sure who should initiate a social interaction, it might as well be you!

Good luck, and ’til next time, everybody wang chung.



The Beginning

Welcome to Rackle’s Rambles!  I am your host, Rackle, and I am excited to take you on a tour of the winding journey through my scattered brain.

Why the heck are you wasting your time on a blog, Rackle?

There are a number of reasons.

1) I recently moved from Manitoba to British Columbia and between my sporadic university attendance requirements and a slow start in the job market, I am finding a significant lack of routine in my life.  Ever wake up in the morning, throw on a bathrobe and sat on the couch to watch one episode of something on Netflix with a cup of tea, only to realize somehow it’s 2 in the fucking afternoon!?  I’m aiming for some structure in my life, and setting achievable tasks for myself is my first strategy.

2) I like writing.  Blogs are about writing, right?  Totally.  I’ve read those blogs that claim to be recipe blogs, but really it’s some stay at home mom that has nothing better to do than write out a crappy recipe (they’re all crappy, how can that possibly be?) at the end of paaaaaaaaaages and pages and pages of how she was sitting in the kitchen one day and she looked at her child’s red backpack with a blue zipper that was hanging open which reminded her of the time that squirrel hopped in her picnic basket and voila – she’s blogging for hours –  finished with this amazing black bean avocado brownie that you just HAVE to try, because she ate the whole pan and feels great because they were so healthy!……  It’s not about the recipe!  It’s about fulfilling that need to communicate, because let’s get real, that brownie was terrible and eating a whole pan is not healthy.  I want to improve my communication skills to become a better writer.

3) I am opinionated as heck.  Is something in my Facebook feed a little offensive or comes across as uneducated?  I’m probably going to open my big fucking mouth and drive everyone crazy because it was supposed to be just a simple little funny post that they weren’t putting that much thought into and now I’m making it a thing.  I figure this is probably a more constructive way to communicate my opinion.  I can throw my ideas out into the wild west of the internet and see where the figurative wind takes me!

What do you have to contribute to this “wild west internet,” Rackle?

I’m not planning on following any particular genre, at the moment.  I want this to be an introspective and reflective take on things I’m experiencing or seeing in real life.  I want to speak my mind on issues from feminism to politics to Canadian healthcare to social codes.  I want to talk about men’s issues and criticize parenting strategies with no personal experience of my own (because everyone seems so glad to point out how poor of a job I’m doing with my dog.  Seriously, you try telling a 90-pound 11-month-old monster to just “control herself”).  I want to write about a new experience I have and talk about why it freaked the goddamn daylights out of me, or why it was so thrilling I’m going back for more.

All I have to contribute is me; my flaws and my virtues, my personal experience and my opinion, my research and my speculation.  And that’s really what I want to write about.

What experience do you bring?

I grew up in a dysfunctional family that was plagued by mental health and addiction.  I am a Licensed Practical Nurse, currently studying to obtain a Bachelor of Science in Nursing degree.  I have experience in residential support work with those who are differently-abled.

Much of my education has revolved around concepts of introspection, self-evaluation, and reflection.  I have studied in these areas, learning how to understand the world around me in relation to myself and my own personal values and beliefs, and how to separate my feelings from another’s life experience in order to connect meaningfully.  


I am looking for a way to promote mindfullness in myself, as well as provide a constructive outlet through which to share my ideas with the world.

I love to write, and create at my crafting table.  I love to hike with my dog.  I love to binge-watch superhero TV shows on Netflix.  I love to swear, especially when it shocks my mom (although I have heard her drop a few F-bombs and &that’s what she said’s& lately).  I love to go to bed early. I love to take myself out for dates to the movie theatre and fancy restaurants.  I fucking hate coffee, and all you coffee-drinkers are masochistic lunatics if you enjoy pouring that acid down your throat.  I’m a Canadian Liberal supporter.  

I love life, even when I hate it.

‘Til next time, everybody wang chung.