I’m the wild card in my friend group. I know it, I accept it, and I’m even proud of it. My close circle of friends consists of two therapists, two lawyers, and someone who oversees the movie campaigns at a major studio I can’t really name. Each of these live in very nice apartment complexes that have amenities and security guards. Some have kids. I have some friends who you could definitely say have their sh*t together. I, meanwhile, have what to them seems like a rather quirky life. I’m a dating and sex blogger who lives in a rent-controlled apartment. My baby is my little adopted poodle mix. I buy designer handbags at thrift stores that it’s quite likely my friends donated, after buying them at full price. I’m okay with all of this. My friends accept me for who I am. But when you are the wild card friend, there are just some experiences you get used to.
You aren’t invited around parents
Sometimes you get wind of your friends parents being in town and some of the friend group meeting up with them for a meal. You were not invited. It could be because your friends think their parents might, err, worry about them if they know they hang with you.