The past couple of days have definitely been a play with my emotions, some emotions that I’ve never felt before. The past year and a half have been a washing machine of emotions if I’m honest. This week has made me realise how lucky and internally grateful for the family and friends that I do have and that do care.
It’s very easy to grow apart from people as you grow older, especially when your friends are whizzing off to different universities around the UK, and the ones who don’t have jobs and bills to pay. It’s a lot harder to maintain friendships as you grow older, in comparison to when you’re in school and you see them everyday because you have to go to school.
There’s definitely some profound reason why the friends that we have stay our friends and don’t wither off. It definitely shows who has always cared when it comes down to stuff like that. To me, a friendship doesn’t have to consist of constant texting and seeing each other all the time, I find it a lot more heartwarming when you don’t see your closest friends for a couple of weeks, or even months, but when your reunited it’s as though nothing has changed at all.
I feel as though in the darkest times of my lives I have a tendency to push people away as I feel as though that’s just how I cope best with certain things, but sometimes a friendship can be telling them about a problem you had, months or even years since it happened and they completely understand, there’s no judgement not conflict, just complete understatement.
I think a lot of teenagers – especially young tenns – can get sucked into this crazy parallel universe that having a large group of friends makes you popular and makes you look so fun, when really 9 times out of 10 those friendships will fall apart over nothing, and there’s a reason for that. As the saying goes, I’d much rather have a small group of real friends, than a large group of fake friends.