Do you ever worry that you don’t have enough friends? Social media makes you so aware of who’s friends with who, and at times, highlights how alone we can be. Personally, I’m quite a lone wolf by nature. I love spending time in my own company, I never feel self-conscious doing things by myself, as I know so many people do, and I really do need time by myself to keep a good headspace. Because of this, I’ve never been someone who has many friends- get the tiny violins out for me now, how sad does that sound?
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do have friends, but I’m very much someone that knows who my real friend are, and to be honest, I just cannot be bothered trying to make new ones. If people are meant to be in my life, it will happen naturally, which is how all of my existing friends have come into my life. At the grand old age of 24, I think I’ve sussed the human race out, and I know from the get-go whether someone is my kind of person or not. I know full well that I can be pretty anti-social a lot of the time, and I kind of enjoy it. Big parties with loads of people that I don’t know, and the thought of small talk by the bucket load gives me the heebie jeebies, and I’d trade that ANY day for a night in with my best buds.
Like many of us do, when I turned 18, I packed my life, left my comfort zone, and moved up north to Manchester. Moving away for university meant leaving behind a friendship group back home, like most students do. I made a handful of total friends for life at uni, and those girls swiftly took over the pretty small place I had in my life for friendships. I ventured home at the end of each semester and went on the typical ‘reunion’ nights out, but eventually, actually it didn’t take long at all, for the old group to drift apart, and we all just grew up and stopped hanging out. We weren’t at school together anymore, and it turns out we just didn’t really have a reason to stay connected.
But out of that group there were two of my best friends, who to this day I can safely say they are still my best friends, and I know they always will be. I’ve spent this last weekend back home, and was lucky enough to spend my Saturday having a girly day out with these two, which is something we haven’t done as a three in YEARS. It took me back to my high school days, when we would spend every Saturday roaming around town, trying on clothes we weren’t going to buy, spending our money on random items of food, or very questionable Rimmel Jelly Gloss and eyeshadow combinations in Boots. Not to mention the copious amounts of (awfully posed for) pictures we would take of each other in the New Look changing rooms which would no doubt surface later on Bebo, or our Piczo sites. Last weekend really reminded me how important it is not only to cherish those cringey teen memories, but to appreciate the friends you made them with, and recognise how important they are to you. It’s all about quality not quantity with friendships.
You’ve seen the memes where it’s about going weeks without talking, getting on with your own lives, and then you meet up and it’s like no time has passed at all. Thats how it is with these guys. I’ve rambled on a bit but basically the point of this post was just to express how you shouldn’t feel guilty for letting go of friendships that you don’t need in your life, as long as you recognise and make the most of the friends that are for life.