Like Everyone & Trust No One
Now that I'm starting to come into my own (for the very first time; even though I'll tell I did it long ago), I'm starting to realize that the people you call your friends... really are nothing more than acquaintances. It's a sad truth. I hate to be the one to be telling myself this, but all my friends are phony. It's a bittersweet moment... I'm neither happy nor sad about it. It's just very disappointing when you try to keep in touch with the ones you hold close to your heart and the feeling is not reciprocated.
While I enjoy the time I spend with my so-called friends at the end of the day, we return to our lives as if we'd never known those persons. Like my dad tells me, "It's good while it lasted." Too bad they can't last forever.
I don't know what triggered this sudden outburst, but it hit me just a moment ago. Maybe its all the wedding bullshit I've been subjected to. Listening to who's going to be what in the wedding. Who's not going to be in the wedding. How many of these or those the bride and groom will have. It got me thinking... Who would be in my wedding if I got married? Who would be my maid of honor. Why would I pick them to begin with? Who would even come to my wedding? (Aside from family) Growing up really makes you to put things into a prospective you never thought you'd find yourself analyzing from.
I understand that people grow apart, find their own interests, become individuals. But do we all really become so different that we can no longer acknowledge someone as a friend? One day you're writing BFF on all your notebooks, and the next day you're wondering if you should clear their numbers from your cell phone. We all have lives to live. I accept that, and sometimes can be guilty of the very thing topic I've ranting about. And to those who have become subjected to that I apologize. I know we're not perfect... That includes me, too.
We're never assured anything in life, except for taxes and death. But if would be nice to know who you're real friends are...
While I enjoy the time I spend with my so-called friends at the end of the day, we return to our lives as if we'd never known those persons. Like my dad tells me, "It's good while it lasted." Too bad they can't last forever.
I don't know what triggered this sudden outburst, but it hit me just a moment ago. Maybe its all the wedding bullshit I've been subjected to. Listening to who's going to be what in the wedding. Who's not going to be in the wedding. How many of these or those the bride and groom will have. It got me thinking... Who would be in my wedding if I got married? Who would be my maid of honor. Why would I pick them to begin with? Who would even come to my wedding? (Aside from family) Growing up really makes you to put things into a prospective you never thought you'd find yourself analyzing from.
I understand that people grow apart, find their own interests, become individuals. But do we all really become so different that we can no longer acknowledge someone as a friend? One day you're writing BFF on all your notebooks, and the next day you're wondering if you should clear their numbers from your cell phone. We all have lives to live. I accept that, and sometimes can be guilty of the very thing topic I've ranting about. And to those who have become subjected to that I apologize. I know we're not perfect... That includes me, too.
We're never assured anything in life, except for taxes and death. But if would be nice to know who you're real friends are...