The friend group - a modern myth?

Coming out as a one-friend-at-a-time kind of gal

I’m not part of a friend group. There, I said it. Feels almost cathartic, like I’m admitting some huge scary secret. It’s not that I don’t have friends - I do, and I genuinely love them all in different ways. But I’m not part of a Sex & the City, How I Met Your Mother, F.r.i.e.n.d.s or Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants friend group that stick together, hang out together, brunch together or whatever it is that these groups of tightly knit ride-or-die friends do.

Fact or myth? Either way, I’m obviously a Carrie.

Maybe that sounds like I’m belittling them but I’m honestly not trying to - it’s just that this is what I’ve been conditioned to picture a group of friends (generally girls but sometimes a mix) do when they spend time together. They’re there for each other, support each other and lift each other up. They argue and reconcile. Figure out life together. Tell each other the hard facts of life, deliver truths and piece one another back together when life hits them a little too hard. I used to have a friend at uni (she literally only wanted to be friends while physically at school) who was part of one of these ideal friend quartets.