All my life I’ve been very choosy about my friendships. After all, they are the people I’ve selected to party with, laugh with, cry with, and socialize with. They are part of my life.
On September 29th, I attended the ShesConnected Conference in Toronto, Ontario. I have to say I had the time of my life! I do not want to put a negative spin on my euphoria, but after reading @punchdrunkmom‘s blog, I do feel compelled to have one comment.
Yes, there were people who knew me, but pretended not to know me! After careful consideration by feeling slightly insulted, I decided that I loved it because it gave me the chance to engage with people who were authentic and wanted to speak to ME!
I am the type of girl who walks up to ANYONE, sticks out my hand, and says “Hi, I’m Trina, pleased to meet you.” However, I did have one incident that was what I call a jaw dropping moment. I went to a booth (won’t say which one) and walked up to the very familiar person behind the table and said “Hey _____________, so pleased to finally meet you. I am Trina.”
Grant you, she did shake my hand but I really didn’t give her an option. She simply said, here you go and was gone. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I expecting from that individual. Within the first five minutes of my arrival, she certainly made me feel uninvited. I should have known because she never responds on Twitter either. So who’s the ass?
In conclusion, we can’t win em all no matter how nice we are. There will always be someone who doesn’t like us for something we said, something we did, or how we look. It’s a fact of life.
I do agree with Traci that when people talk online they should have the decency to communicate in person. It’s the decent thing to do….but some people, when they are with their own crowd, just aren’t that decent.
Sad reality but true.
So negativity aside, I raise my glass to all the fine women, and new friends, from the ShesConnected Conference.
I was going to list them all in a post, but I’m getting closer to forty and my memory is not as spry as ten years ago. Therefore, I won’t DARE name them in fear of forgetting someone. You know who you are anyway!
Now that’s camaraderie.
