Do You Have A Best Mate?

Recently we were talking on the breakfast show about friends, best friends …your best mate.

Well, I don’t have one. And it doesn’t bother me. It must be part of my introvertedness (if that’s even a word).

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve moved around a bit and never really stayed in close contact with some people from previous towns, or something in my psychological make up. I guess it has to be the latter mainly, because living alone never bothered me, going to concerts or sport alone doesn’t bother me either.

Some people thought it was really strange and were virtually asking me if I’m ok or needed to talk to someone. I don’t. I actually think it’s quite healthy. If you can be happy and unbothered then that’s a good thing. If however you’re like me and don’t have a mate and it does bother you, and you don’t feel great, definitely go and talk to someone.

I’ve got a lot of friends from different things I do, like work, playing cricket, beer brewing, astronomy, even back to high school and primary school days.

We catch up all the time at things like work and cricket, but rarely outside of, in true social life.

I guess it means my home beer brewing is really more for me than anyone else.

At my wedding my best man was my brother, because I just didn’t have anyone else that I thought was my best mate. The result of that was a lopsided wedding party from my side and my wife’s, but I was comfortable with that.

I reckon if I lay on a psychologist's couch, before too long we’d swap places as they had a lie down to try and work me out. I’m a shocker for not asking people how their weekend was and engage in that general small talk stuff in general. It sounds like hard work, maybe I’m just lazy. No wonder my wife says I don’t listen much, or ask her how her day was.

I’m going to blame it all on me being an introvert.

Scotty

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