Having really, really awesome friends is something I wanted all my childhood, and have had the amazing fortune to have in my late teens and as I venture into adulthood. But you know what the problem is? Having really, really good friends can be a curse as much as it is the ultimate blessing…because you miss them even more when you have to leave or when life moves on, and more importantly, you always judge new people with that standard of friendship. Its like trying to enter a new relationship but you never really moved on from the first, so you want all those qualities and more and can’t settle for less. And you can’t always get that lucky, either. Sometimes, yes, but other times you find that you can never find that kind of awesomeness and these new people you’re meeting could just never be as great as the friends you’ve had.
Ah.
I know what you mean. I wish life was such that friends could move on right with us. It’s sort of like leaving behind bits and pieces of life here and there.
Oh well, another one of those things about growing up! Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me whose become rather selective about “choosing” friends.
You know, I wonder that too. That its just me getting more and more pickier, and less and less happy to move out of my comfort zone with people. As people get older, I guess they don’t try as much?