on growing up
My friends are all too familiar with my random sad text messages. Good thing they know how to respond. Not to say that they believe what they are actually saying but, they say it nonetheless. And for a moment, I feel better.
"disengaged social ties is inversely proportional to one's career growth. I'd say you are saying an early hello to your quarter life crisis."
"you don't do anything. you just enjoy the moment. do not expect anything. at the end of the day, you earned a new friend."
"we are guys jb, we age better compared to women. sad, but true."
"don't go thinking that you're gonna grow old alone! we are at our prime, jb. It's too early to tell."
"thanks for the loooong conversation. I feel like such a brat after hearing your experiences and that i've taken a lot of things for granted. i'm proud of you. fulfillment, you hasz it."
"it's really difficult, but so long as you have friends with you who will support you all the way, who cares? Just figure out what you really want and then things will start to fall into place."
"what makes you sad? is it the fact that you use your career to dispel all the sadness or is there something else that's bothering you?"
"great friends don't need to see each other often. they are just there all the time."
here's to more years of friendship. here's to my last days as a 21 year old. (what have you done lately?) Soon enough, I won't be able to blame my prefontal cortex anymore for my immature decisions. i hate you brain. sometimes, you just think too much.
P.S. jomel and yash, i won't join you in your decision to remain a teenager for life.