Losing friends hurts.
Sometimes I think that if all the energy we pour into avoiding that fact were spent elsewhere, we’d have cured world hunger by now.
The memes clutter our feeds.
“We never lose real friends, only fake ones.”
“Those who can’t handle your worst, don’t deserve your best.”
“Be yourself and the right people will gravitate towards you.”
“If they didn’t stay, they were never meant to.”
And today I found myself wondering…Who are we trying to convince?
Over the years, I’ve lost friends. I’ve lost them because someone moved. I’ve lost them because they got “too busy to call”. I’ve lost them because they married. I’ve lost them because they got married and wanted to stay friends but were female, and it was no longer appropriate. I’ve lost them because they forsook God and all the awkwardness that causes in the coffeeshop (I should have fought harder for those). I’ve lost friends simply because one of us changed, or revealed their darker side, and the other decided they didn’t like what they saw.
I’m no special case. Life winnows things away, and friends are no exception. It’s left me with a small but committed group of close friends I know I can count on, no matter how many the miles and misunderstandings. We’re in it for the long haul. I want to hurl myself into a lake with joy when I think of those people.
And sure, some people are best left in the past.