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I really hate losing touch with close friends. Especially when it's due to moving away. My best friend in 1st grade, Erin Grizzle, moved to Maysville and I never saw her again. In 3rd grade, Lindsay Gotchall's family moved, and same result. Maria Easter in 4th grade, Jessie can't-even-remember-her-last-name-at-the-moment in 7th grade, Shelly Fiocca when we were juniors. I became more and more detached. So much that I stopped paying attention to where they moved, and stopped trying to remember their last names. When you're a kid and your friends keep moving, and they always seem to be your best friends or really good friends, you start to think that something's wrong with you. I'm cursed, my friends don't like me, nobody wants to be my friend so they're all moving away. It's just not fair when you're so young and your friends keep moving. I was never overly social when I was growing up... only in the more recent years have I come out of my shell and had "groups of friends". I was very quiet. My mom had to basically force me to play basketball, join the academic team, go to Brownies meetings. Even when I did all of that, I still didn't talk much. My brothers were very outgoing. They always had something to do and friends to play with and phone calls every day. I didn't. That just wasn't me. I was shy, and found it hard to make friends. When the trend of the best-friend-moving-away started, I ducked back in my shell and had to start all over again each time.
So. I hate when my friends move.
A really great guy moved a couple of years ago, someone that both Jimmy and I were really close with. It's like when the kids graduate high school, then go off to college for their first year... they don't call, they don't write, they don't try anymore. He quit trying. There have probably been only 4 visits since he moved, and it breaks my heart. I've become angry with him, even. For fuck's sake, he was like my brother. He was even supposed to move here and be our roommate, and live in Lexington with us. Then, he backed out, and moved 3 hours away. Same old shit. No phone calls, no emails, no road trips to visit. Even when we visited him, it was weird. He became a different person. "Elite", pretentious, too good for his old friends. But not in the rich-kid sense... the mod/indiefuck sense, where they all think they're too good for everyone just because they listen to the Features, Heatmiser, and The Kinks. Fuck that.. that's the same music I listen to or have listened to. If it's not the music, it's the clothes. I'm sorry I'm not good enough because I don't roll my skinny jeans up, and have bangs, and wear mary-janes every goddamn day of my life, nor do I live and die by thrift stores (though I'm close to it), I don't do this and that and say this or act that way. UGHKD:JFLKSD I'm sick of it.
Know what? Jimmy just called and said he's on his way home. That means that we're leaving soon and I need to get ready. We're going to the bead store and the hat store, and then picking up my new steamer, and do whatever else we feel like doing today. Don't worry... I'll make sure to throw on some Chuck Taylors, a faded polo that's way too tight for me, and roll up my skinny jeans on my way out the door. Maybe you'll say hi cause you think I'm cool because I'm dressed like you. But only if you listen to the Features, cause if you don't, I probably won't say hi back.
So. I hate when my friends move.
A really great guy moved a couple of years ago, someone that both Jimmy and I were really close with. It's like when the kids graduate high school, then go off to college for their first year... they don't call, they don't write, they don't try anymore. He quit trying. There have probably been only 4 visits since he moved, and it breaks my heart. I've become angry with him, even. For fuck's sake, he was like my brother. He was even supposed to move here and be our roommate, and live in Lexington with us. Then, he backed out, and moved 3 hours away. Same old shit. No phone calls, no emails, no road trips to visit. Even when we visited him, it was weird. He became a different person. "Elite", pretentious, too good for his old friends. But not in the rich-kid sense... the mod/indiefuck sense, where they all think they're too good for everyone just because they listen to the Features, Heatmiser, and The Kinks. Fuck that.. that's the same music I listen to or have listened to. If it's not the music, it's the clothes. I'm sorry I'm not good enough because I don't roll my skinny jeans up, and have bangs, and wear mary-janes every goddamn day of my life, nor do I live and die by thrift stores (though I'm close to it), I don't do this and that and say this or act that way. UGHKD:JFLKSD I'm sick of it.
Know what? Jimmy just called and said he's on his way home. That means that we're leaving soon and I need to get ready. We're going to the bead store and the hat store, and then picking up my new steamer, and do whatever else we feel like doing today. Don't worry... I'll make sure to throw on some Chuck Taylors, a faded polo that's way too tight for me, and roll up my skinny jeans on my way out the door. Maybe you'll say hi cause you think I'm cool because I'm dressed like you. But only if you listen to the Features, cause if you don't, I probably won't say hi back.