Friendship, cocktails, doubt, oh my!

Last night I went to my neighbourhood bar where a good friend works. I sat on my usual stool, exchanged some pleasantries with my friend, squeezed a lime into my promptly delivered vodka & soda and then took a sip. Ah. I needed that. The bar was busy, my friend had little time to chat so I got on my phone to see what people were up to. I needed to be entertained. I messaged another good friend to see what she was doing. She told me she was at another bar playing trivia. Then messaged again asking if I wanted to join them. I got sad. I felt unloved, insecure. I thought, why didn't she invite me earlier? We always went to trivia together, I thought this was our thing? By the time I got there, if I went, it would be almost done. So, I politely declined but continued to feel sad. I confided to my bar-tender friend and took comfort in my cocktail. I was in a rut and continued in this self-imposed rut into my second drink when I decided to message her again and ask how come she didn't invite me? She messaged right back saying she was with people that I didn't know, old friends and that I shouldn't be sad. And suddenly I wasn't. I understood. I wondered why I wasted almost an hour being sad, I should have questioned her right away. She sent me another message saying next time she would be more reassuring. I laughed out loud, and replied back "well, now you know better!" Then I looked at my bar-tender friend and said "Barkeep, I'll have another!"