OK. I know. I have done two things wrong. OK firstly, unlike almost every single other blogger out there I am not going to start off the new year with writing about my "new years resolutions". To be honest, I don't have any. (Yes I know you are shocked). But (I know this is really hipster, I apologies, my brain thought it I can't help it) I always wonder why we need the new year to change things about our lives. I get that some people like to think of it as starting over. I think if I did that I'd leave the whole "diet, effort, doing things, getting more sleep, friends, being happier, eating potatoes" (you know the list people come out with as bright and shiny 'Resolutions'. Maybe without the potatoes) until the new year. I know that's the point, but that just leaves me so much time to procrastinate and not change because I'll leave it to the New Year, instead of getting my arse down (after moderate amounts of procrastination) and doing it.
Anyway the second thing I have done wrong is it's not Friday. I know this. But I meant to post this FriLife post yesterday and I didn't. We're going to pretend that today is actually yesterday (it's like time travel!). OK.
So friends. Friends... Friends. Hmm.
Good topic Caitlin.
This is rather difficult.
So when you're growing up everyone thinks (or I did) that when you hit teenage years suddenly you're going to have friends, a social life (anyone know where I can buy one of those?) and all those other good things are going to happen to you, including turning really hot. Let's all hold hands and accept that this isn't something that happens.
Friends are a hard part of growing up. Mainly because everyone is growing up. Meaning that every one is trying to find who they are and their place in the world, which makes things hard. It means that you're friends have a large probability of leaving in the future because you'll things in common and your interests will change.
Now like everyone else, I'm particularly thinking of those girls who are always like "oh no I love you so much! Yay!" "Best friends forever!" "Oh yes! Promise?" "Promise!" You know the ones I'm talking about. They're overly excited and it just tires everyone else out, they look like idiots and their "forever" lasts for about a year. (If you are one of these people, well... sometimes the truth hurts).
That example is the extreme but in less extreme versions it's still true. Take my life for example, I had this best friend since I was five years old and we were inseparable, then about two years now we just grew apart. We're still friends, but just more distant. We never had a fight and we're both cool with it but we just changed as people and so now we have less in common. We've both got new friends who we love and we're both completely happy.
Now I don't mean to tell you that you're friendships will end and everyone will leave you so you shouldn't have friends. Just because something might end doesn't mean you should never try it. I've had friendships that have ended terribly and I wouldn't take them back for the world. I'm not even saying that you shouldn't get super attached to your friends. If you want to get super attached to them go for it, it sure looks like whole lot of fun.
I'm all for friends, they're great and they cheer you up and they make you laugh like nobody else. Just appreciate the friendships you have, be flexible and love the people who seem most interesting to you.
I suppose I'm just writing this as sort of an explanation, to help you understand why things are happening (I sure could've used this when I was thirteen). Basically your friends are going to hurt you a lot. A lot a lot. But generally they're worth it. And they're are friends for everyone, even if they aren't like you imagine them, they might even be better. You look around and they're are people exactly like you. Most people are lucky to have only had a best friend leave once (I think most people have had that happen at least twice, probably three times. It depends on how quickly they make best friends).
Losing something that people have to live with, and it doesn't always have to end badly, sometimes you're both OK with it. Those are the good times. But the times you have with your friends are the best of your teenage years (according to people who've survived the teenage years).
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