October 18th, 2009

4 months

It’s a weird thing, what we call friendship. Pardon me for being blunt but I don’t think it has ever revolved around clichéd idioms about unsinkable ships and cheesy “Friends Forever” slogans. In the past, I have been naive enough to believe that you can have the same friends for a lifetime. I’m not saying that friends should be recycled and certainly they should not be reused, but it’s amazing what you can learn from strangers who become your buddies in such a short time.

You learn that there are superficial sides to every single person in this world. Although they vary in intensity but they always exist. You learn that honesty sometimes requires a bit of sugar-coating, although your modus operandi has always been straight-to-the-point-no-nonsense-brutal-candour. You learn that there are times when you just have to tell it as it is and bear the consequences in the form of cat-calls and malicious glances, so that people know that not just about everything goes. You learn that you might not like a friend the way you liked him yesterday or the day before, simply because you discovered a facet you’ve never expected to find. You learn that sometimes you will inevitably sigh at the idiocy of some people and accept that you can do nothing about it but just that. You learn that the best friends you have right now may not be the most pious or the richest or the ones with the most friends on Facebook, but because they’ve stuck with you through some significant thick and thins, you secretly (because you’re not the most publicly expressive friend on earth) and genuinely hope that you’ll still be friends when you’re 45 and menopausal.

You learn that joking about sexuality and sex brings you closer to some and unfortunately, makes you unfavourable to a few others (very few, though. Ha.) You learn that boys will be boys and only a select few will graduate into men.

I intended to catch some forty winks but I couldn’t resist typing this all down because sometimes the only thing that’ll accompany you are your words.

 

Posted by azlia at 03:30 AM in humerus | 3 disagreed.
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Felicia (guest)

Comment posted on October 24th, 2009 at 07:23 PM
Very few boys graduate into men.
Indeed. A precious few and those are swiftly becoming extinct.

If it's true that nice guys finish last it's because sadly, the girls only look for them when they realise that they are a dying breed.

I've realised that good friends are the ones that are both honest with you and inspire you to be honest yourself. Fakeness goes a long way yes, but it's the wrong long way.

Hope campus life is treating you well. Missing you over here.
Comment posted on November 3rd, 2009 at 09:55 PM
Campus life is full of high school drama. It's unbelievable. But trying to stay out of it all. Sigh.

Anonymous (guest)

Comment posted on October 24th, 2009 at 08:08 AM
men~!! *pfft*