Dumbledore's Army

Last blog may have been a little harsh, but I'm not going to apologize for what I think and feel. I think I've finally come to terms with losing many of the friendships I had in high school. Maybe losing isn't the right word. Outgrowing maybe. It's like when you break out your fall clothes again for the first time since last year and your favorite sweater doesn't fit. It sucks for a while and then you get over it. Recycle it. It's been fun, but someone else can use it for a while. That's how I feel right now. Two years ago when Mrs. B told our Consumer Ed class that the friends you make in college will be the friends that will last, I didn't believe her. But it's true. Friendships that had lasted over 10 years through everything (and I do mean everything) are gone now. People I thought I would never be able to live without are gone. And I'm still breathing. Few people that I grew up with are still worth my time. Like the people that still want to go camping with you during a 10 year flood, but settle for Applebees instead. (Yeah, you know who you are and you're awesome). I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about the people that I don't have anymore. It's tough though. Someone once said the friendship that ends wasn't really a friendship at all. I believe that to be true now. It hurts when people bail on me. But it happens. And maybe they are not totally to blame. We've all grown up. We just haven't all grown up together. Maybe that's exactly what it is. We've just outgrown eachother. It just happens. And it's ok.