I’m sorry i disappeared for a while. It’s not because life fell apart, no for once its because it finally started falling into place. A career switch threw me into a whirlwind—in the best way—and I’ve been trying to be present for every dizzy, sparkling moment of it.
My new job has a mostly female staff, and honestly? It’s been a dream. I’ve made more friends in a few weeks than I have in years. These women uplift each other with the enthusiasm of a group chat at 2 a.m.—all hype, all heart. The only competition is the friendly kind, and whether it’s personal drama or workplace chaos, everyone shows up for one another.
Being surrounded by this kind of female camaraderie got me thinking.
We’ve seen female friendships painted in every shade: the scheming of Gossip Girl, the chaos of Derry Girls, the pink-plastic politics of Mean Girls, the cosmopolitan charm of Sex and the City. Whole friendships written by writers’ rooms, polished by rewrites, delivered with perfect comedic timing.
But at 23, I’ve learned something the movies don’t tell you: to find your people, you actually have to leave the house. For an introvert like me, that’s basically the plot twist of the century.
Friendships—real ones—are as intimate as any romantic relationship. Maybe more. Work friendships are easy because proximity does half the work. But outside those fluorescent-lit walls? It’s trickier. Where I live, “girls’ night out” often ends in a 3 a.m. bedtime, a hangover that feels personal, and a fight you don’t remember starting—followed by the kind of gossip tornado that could level a small town.
And honestly? Exhausting.
What happened to the Mirandas, Samanthas, Charlottes, and Carries? Not perfect, not conflict-free, but stitched together with loyalty and a little emotional elasticity.
Charlotte York once said, “Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates, and guys are just people to have fun with.”
And maybe that’s why my own circle is small. I’m selective about who I let into my life. Because real female friendship—deep, intuitive, quietly powerful—isn’t something you give out like free samples. It’s sacred. And rare.
So does having only a handful of girlfriends make us picky? Make us bad people?
I don’t think so. If anything, it means we’re paying attention. Time is a luxury, and we hand it out too freely in a world that keeps asking for more of it.
So yes—I have a small circle. We don’t see each other often. But I’d rather be known deeply by a few than half-known by many.
And maybe that’s the real truth about modern friendship: it isn’t about the size of the circle, but the strength of the connection inside it.