The times, they aren’t really a changin’

Today has been an interesting dip into the pool of my past (apparently I will also be dipping into the pool of really bad metaphors and lame figures of speech, but that’s for later.)

I met up with two old friends today: a friend I never honestly intended to see again, and my senior prom date, whom I also never thought I would see again. I will the first person to admit that I downsize my friends. As harsh as it sounds, I would prefer to have a group of close friends that I know intimately and care deeply about, instead of winning the popularity contest and running myself to exhaustion trying to keep up with everyone I’ve ever met, just to make sure we’re still friends. I know that some people subscribe to the adage “the more the merrier” and that is true when sharing the rent or a bottle of vodka, but when it comes to close friends, I just don’t view it that way.

I am the person who ‘downsized’ friends for having telephone conversations while we were out to ice-cream, text messaging people while having a conversation with me, lying, turning Republican (it’s okay to be one, just don’t say you’re a good old- fashioned Democrat and then take it back – it’s decevious!) and interrupting. Some of these are good reasons to reevaluate a friendship, others are not so justified. What can I say, I have a zero-tolerance approach to friendship. Which is not to say that I am not a supportive friend. On the contrary, I am fiercely loyal and protective of those I love. It’s just that my love only extends so far, and membership into that group is a long process.

So you can imagine that I was quite surprised when I actually enjoyed myself at both of these meetings today. One lasted for over two hours, and our conversation ran the gamut from travel to boys to politics. And it was refreshing to know that as much as I’d like to think that I’ve grown up and passed my past, I haven’t changed as much as I think, and neither has she.

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