I've written posts about friendship in the past but I felt inclined to write this, sitting here at 1am on Saturday morning. I've mentioned before that I don't consider many of my 'best friends' from five years ago my friends anymore and I'm often left wondering - is there anything I could have done differently? It's been a hard pill to swallow but no, there isn't. I've come to realise that in fact, most of the time I was being treated like a mug.
Everywhere we go in life, we make friends. School, work, hobbies. I can count on one hand how many people I keep in contact with from school and my jobs collectively would be the same - whilst I keep in contact with the regular customers down my local where I worked for 3 years, I barely speak to old colleagues - yet we were all so close at one time.
I know that some of this is because I've settled down with Steve and we've got Jack, plus money is sometimes an issue so we'd rather stay in and watch a film once Jack's gone to bed than piss our money up the wall but I've tried to make the effort with these so called friends and now I'm giving up. Why should I still be doing all the legwork after all these years?
This is why I'm so grateful for blogging, I've met some amazing people whether they are parents or not. I've even had the chance to meet many of them and have plans to meet more in 2014. Some people consider the blogging community as living in your own little virtual world. It's funny because the people I've met and made friends with are far more in tune with the real world than those friends in the past that refuse to grow up.
Sorry for the rant - it's just something that's been getting to me recently. I've been trying to declutter the house and found myself going through old photos; now I come to that point: do I throw the photos away and thus throw away the memories of times we enjoyed or do I keep them and have them serve as a painful reminder that I can no longer turn to them anymore?