- Be my friend yo!
I’m often alone but it isn’t very often that I feel lonely. It’s on nights like these, sleepy and quiet, however, that I look back on the past couple years and yearn for something more. It’s never a single person missing, a warm body in the bed next to me that would provide me with the necessary comfort; I miss a blur of faces, hallways full of friendship and revelry. I miss second year, being drunk and falling down into a pile of people, knowing that each and every one of them loved me. I miss sitting in the cold and looking at the city lights twinkling down below and talking about life. It’s the nights I was supposed to spend doing something - homework usually, or various study related activities - but actually spent doing nothing, in the company of people who also chose nothing over something so long as they had a friend to do it with. It’s on nights like these that I look back on nights like those and wonder about the girl that I’m becoming. It’s not that I would choose to go back, it’s just that it scares me a little bit. It’s easy to let things slip away, to let faces become blurry. It’s easy to start valuing your somethings over your nothings. I’m scared that’s what adulthood means and I don’t think that I like it very much at all.
Feeling the exact same way, except replace second year with first. Thanks for putting words to it Laurel.
So I have volunteered with a group of 10 people all year. Recently one of the members of our group emailed everyone saying she had to leave for a bit because a friend had just been moved to palliative care and it was a matter of days. Now this person hasn’t really gotten along with everyone, she has a pretty strong personality and people have had a hard time working with her. So I emailed her back saying I was sorry to hear the bad news and that if she needed anything she could text me. I expected everyone to do the same… Except they didn’t…… I got a response from this girl thanking me for being so caring and supportive because I was the only one, out of a group of 10 compassionate (or so I thought) people, I couldnt believe it…. She said that the situation showed her that she matters very little to our volunteer group (who have become very close overall). I was so disappointed with everyone, no one should ever feel like they don’t matter, especially when they are going through hard a time
So I guess what Im trying to say with all this is: WHY CANT EVERYONE BE NICE!?!!? I dont care if someone is hard to work with, or has a personality that conflicts with yours. Why cant everyone be decent fucking people, and support and care about those around you!?