Ladies and gentlemen, it's official. I have hit the point in college where I'm about to graduate and I'm seriously assessing my life and the people I have in it and I gotta be honest, I'm not impressed. I can count...at least on both hands, my real friends. And shockingly enough, these are not people I expected to realize were in my corner, but I'm pretty happy that they are there.
I realized about a month ago that I had it right my freshman year of college. I made my real friends then and a good deal of the people who followed didn't actually deserve the time I spent on them. I've had a good time returning to those friends and finding that they're still the people who I thought they were all along. No one is faking it, no one needs me all the time to make themselves feel validated, and each and every single one of them has my back, whether I'm dead wrong, drunk off my ass or attempting something I have no business to be attempting. It feels damn good to know that.
Now, a year ago, I would have told you I knew exactly who my real friends were. Funny thing is, a lot of them aren't around anymore and two of the ones I thought were the most real walked out on me for men. And the funniest part was, not even men that they were dating. Men I was dating.
One is sleeping with the guy I was seeing this time last year. If she isn't, it sure as hell looks like it and that's enough for me. Wearing his clothes on Instagram and writing about how you're going to miss him when he goes home is a little obvious, don't you think? I think. Especially when we've been friends for five years and you've been friends for...two...is it even two? Go fuck yourself.
The other one spent all of her time defending the guy I was dating who dumped me in a text message saying he was her friend too. Bitch, he does not like you. He talked shit about you...to me. If he's your friend, clearly I don't understand the definition of friends. You spend so much time trying to be friends with everyone that you end up really friends with no one.
Regardless, I think that 2014 is going to be a banner year for me. I mean, 2013 was ok and I'm grateful for every day I'm above ground. But I think that self awareness and the realization that I'm about to be a real life adult soon has kicked into me the conviction that I don't have to put up with anything I don't want to. Life is way too short for shitty friends. It just is. Why am I going to keep people around who neither value nor respect me? I'm not. Bye Felicia. Have fun.
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