The Space Between
There is nothing more revealing about how far you've grown apart than watching former friends live their lives on Facebook. Of course, you don't think of them as former friends. Old friends maybe, but never former. Never not at all. But as you drift through the likes and dislikes of people you used to know, you realize it -- it's over. And you never saw it coming.
And the bitterest pill is that you can see through comments and posts just who they are good friends, current friends, best friends with now. They virtually shove it down your throat that you're not good enough to acknowledge even through the blandest LIKE on social media. They're too busy cursing the education, employment or combination of the two and virtually high-fiving one another about the premiere of shows you couldn't give less than a snot about.
You wonder, we were friends? How? When did I change? Or did they change? When and why did they stop caring about ME. I still care about them, snot-nosed deviants and all. So what makes me unlovable or throw-away? Can I get them back and, if so, how? Or should I bother? Are we better off this way, watching each other live lives that no longer include the other(s)? I don't know. But I think it is sad and annoying and, yes, it stings with a subtle kind of betrayal. So sue me if I feel petty. This is honesty. And as Wilde said, "The truth is rarely pure and never simple."
And the bitterest pill is that you can see through comments and posts just who they are good friends, current friends, best friends with now. They virtually shove it down your throat that you're not good enough to acknowledge even through the blandest LIKE on social media. They're too busy cursing the education, employment or combination of the two and virtually high-fiving one another about the premiere of shows you couldn't give less than a snot about.
You wonder, we were friends? How? When did I change? Or did they change? When and why did they stop caring about ME. I still care about them, snot-nosed deviants and all. So what makes me unlovable or throw-away? Can I get them back and, if so, how? Or should I bother? Are we better off this way, watching each other live lives that no longer include the other(s)? I don't know. But I think it is sad and annoying and, yes, it stings with a subtle kind of betrayal. So sue me if I feel petty. This is honesty. And as Wilde said, "The truth is rarely pure and never simple."