Scenes From A Memory 7
Monday, April 17th, 2006Do you remember older people saying that “when you grow up, people around you changes, everything changes”?
I haven’t really thought about that until high school (that’s a long time ago for me LOL). I started noticing that in grade school, but it didn’t sink in later on. You know when you have a birthday party at your house and you invite your neighborhood friends and your classmates? Awkward. Some don’t get along, some do. Funny how you don’t realize that you put on a different face each time.
Then when college comes, it becomes a lot more different cuz your neighborhood friends might go in the same university as your classmates in high school so they ended up hanging out more than you used to. Life goes on I suppose. You don’t feel awkward anymore, in fact you’re happy it turned out that way.
Then you see how your friends change… like completely. Like you see how they really are. Like when I saw my classmates in grade school going to my younger sister’s (Myla) high school (a Catholic school exclusively for girls), they came out of the closet. I didn’t realize how hard it was for them to be “normal”. For most people’s eyes, they were like wild birds that finally came out of the cage. In my eyes, they were at peace with themselves. I can understand the pressure they went through.
Some friends turned out to be assholes. They date these girls, then when they finally become a couple they turn into jerks, like they make them pay for everything and they get treated like shit. Some women started gossiping towards another, it was sickening.
And after college, the view changes, then everything else changes. People started forgetting names, some got married, some died, and there’s some that still hold grudges.
I had made my peace with them. Some just decided to halt friendships… I can live with that. Some I reconnected here on Friendster (and elsewhere in cyberspace). Some understand why I tend to write back a little slower than usual (I hope LOL).
Life went too fast on my end, I don’t know how to slow it down. But as soon as I can catch my breath, rest assured that I’ll tell you more what has happened to me.