As my life takes on radical new changes (marriage, settling down), I can’t help but be a little wistful about the past.
Specifically, friendships that came through my life and disappeared almost as quickly as they began.
I was lamenting these feelings to a mutual friend and she told me it is okay to feel this way – it’s like a break-up. It’s a loss, so therefore we tend to process it the same way we would when any other relationship comes to its final crescendo.
At the same time, there’s a certain irony to it – the same friends who turned on me, called me names, the usual propaganda – have said equally horrible things about the “friends” they have now (descriptive words like “trying” and “overdramatic” came into play).
When it comes down to it, perhaps the same friends I am mourning were never really that great from the out-set.
I feel lucky these days – I’m surrounded by such positive energy and so many positive people that the dark drama of the last part of the last decade seems like a hazy dream. Perhaps the positive energy itself is my reward for forcefully pushing all the drama out of my life.