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Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4
MAKING FRIENDS

LUISA DID NOT HAVE A LOT OF FRIENDS, not that she minded it. People were complicated, and having more of them in your life only made your life all that more complicated. Luisa didn't want that. She felt like her life was already complicated as it was—thanks to her inexplicable talent of weaving existential crisis out of thin air at any given time.

The friends that she did have, they were good people, the one you could depend on for help and support. Or at least Luisa thought they were those kinds of people. She really wouldn't know.

Luisa was the kind of people who valued her independency; sometimes way too much. She would try to solve all of her problems on her own and if she couldn't, she would just try some more. Usually, she'd figure out a way to figure out her mess, but on the rare occasion that she didn't, she had a foolproof (sort of) way to get around that as well.

Ignore the problem until it went away, or if someone else stumbled upon it and decided to help her out, that was cool too—whichever came first.

The thing was Luisa would never consciously ever ask someone for help. A lot of people had claimed that it was her big pride, but honestly it was just how she was.

One was that Luisa would die (figuratively) of embarrassment if she were to ask for help, she worried too much of what others thought of her, and there was also the process of actually asking for help—that required way too much energy than Luisa would care to expend.

And then there was this part of her, not a perfectionist, but she just liked things to be in a certain way. If it wasn't, it would just irritatingly bug at her endlessly. And if she were to ask for help, Luisa couldn't possibly go about directing according to her needs—then that would just come off as her being bossy.

Long story short, it was just a much, much easier process for her to deal with her things herself.

But sometimes—which happened very, very rarely—Luisa would find herself wishing that she had a friend that she could turn to whenever she felt troubled. Actually, she did have that sort of friend, only she bungled up that friendship not long ago, when her very much intoxicated-self decided to be stupidly honest and frankly put, screw everything up.

And now Luisa truly didn't have anyone, or at least she felt like she didn't have anyone she could talk to, about this—she didn't even know what this was, and it would be really great if there were someone who could help her figure it out.

Begrudgingly, Luisa took out her phone and scrolled through her not-so-surprisingly short list of contacts. She definitely was not about to turn to any of her family members or relatives, and that minimised the already short list by half.

Out of the half contacts that were left, she only counted five of them to be her friends, at least the trustworthy ones. Her thumb hovered over Polly's name for more than a few seconds, wishing she could call her. It would be really, really nice if she could call her, if only even just to say hi—she missed her.

No time to dwell on that now, she scrolled past her contact, and wondered who else she could turn to.

However, she couldn't but help think simultaneously if it wouldn't be so random of her to just call up someone and vent about her dilemma? She hadn't talked to any of them in by at least a few months, she had no idea how any of them even were, apart from their updates on Instagram.

This was the part Luisa found most confusing about friendships. It was fine when they were all went to the same school, or college. They saw each other almost every day and talked regularly. But once they graduated, of course, they all moved away, and everyone got occupied with their own lives, especially now that all of them were in their adulthood and had started working.