
Have you ever had a group of friends when growing up? People you always did stuff with like go to the movies, dinner, road trips, etc. Whenever you needed support or encouragement, you could rely upon this designated group of associates. If one person in the group got on your nerves, you would vent to the other members of the group. Whenever, you are about to do something stupid, many voices in the group try to talk sense to you.
But then things start to happen like college, relationships, family responsibilities, the Real World, marriage, love, maturity start to make keeping this group of friends bounded. Everyone starts to change in their lifestyle, personality, perspective, way of thinking, etc. You start to feel as though you can no longer relate to these people. You feel like you must extend yourself from this group, this close knit association of friends that you usually rely on.
The Real World poses a challenge. You must now fend for yourself. Your friends are too wrapped in their own problems to help. Arguments, rivaries, misunderstanding, disharmony, bitter, and contentions possibly ensue. These problems are transitional in basis, from post-adolescence to adulthood. Adulthood is finally reached, things start to become more clearer, your life, your future, your way of life. Then, in that moment, you realize that you can finally reunite with the people you grew up with after you have come to your self-realization. It becomes a full circle. It really happens.
Your supposed friends(and/or associates) will become your best enemies before they become your best friends.
Captain Oblivious
2 comments:
Interesting week indeed.
Did you run into someone you grew up with that caused you to write this entry?
Always Yours,
Diane
P.S.I figure my mom has already bugged my room and when I finally get off of my butt and clean it, I'll find the device that records all of my conversations with my friends on the phone.In any case, if they know, it shouldn't be that big of a surprise to them.
P.P.S.Thanks for reassuring me about how obvious I am.
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