“Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But I tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that I was remembering you all the time."― Rebecca Stead
Best friends are like this. In trying to forget, we
remember, and we can't help but acknowledge the fact that we were remembering
all along.
M- M was my best
friend for a very long time, from about age 7 to 14. I went to her house every
Sunday after church, and we often had sleepovers on the weekends. I stayed
friends with her even though she was often very mean to me in front of other
people to make herself look better. In high school, a new girl we really liked
starting coming to our church. We hit it off more than she and M did, and
slowly we became better friends. I also had a long-term serious boyfriend at
the time, and M was very jealous that I spent more time with him than her. (I
don't just think this; she told me so). The new girl, B, and I started hearing
things about M: that she was doing drugs, sleeping around. We stopped talking
to M and made fun of her often. I feel bad about it now. One day I saw M in the
study hall in college and helped her with her paper, though. She later became
and English major, like me.
B- Yes, the same
one from above. I'm not sure what really happened here, but I think we just
grew apart.
Other B- I met
this B when I was a junior in college through my (still) best friend K. B and I
ended up becoming best friends for two or 3 years. We did absolutely outlandish
things together. She was wild. I was the more straight-laced of the two of us. I
can't really pinpoint our downfall, but it may have begun in Los Angeles, where
she convinced me to travel with her so she could try out for Playboy. (She had
just gotten a boob job). That's probably when I realized she was a bit out of
control, but I loved her anyway. After senior year, I moved out-of-state for
grad school, and she came to visit me. I was going through the worst break-up
of my life, and she was there to talk me through it on the phone and online
almost every day. I bought her ticket. The entire time she was visiting she was
completely boy-crazy, and the night before she left, she did coke in my car
with a random guy from a shady dance club. Then, she brought him back to my
house. I was sick, and they stayed up all night talking and being loud. I
called my ex-boyfriend (who knew her) and cried.
After that, we didn't talk for a while. I barely spoke to her
when I dropped her off at the airport. Months later, we made up, but her
lifestyle was getting more and more out of control. She moved to L.A. and was
doing lots of drugs and hanging with the wrong crowd. She went through a lot of
personal crises with her family, and I didn't talk to her in years. I missed
her a lot and I Googled her once. I found mugshots on the internet and called
K. I heard she went to rehab. She just contacted me on Facebook for the first
time in over two years. I wish she would have answered my calls, so I could
have been there for her like she was for me.
J- I met J in
college at a graduate school event. She was getting a Master's in Nutrition,
and I was getting one in English. Most of the time we were in school, we were inseparable,
and when I didn't have time to hang out she was pretty unhappy. It all went
sour when I hooked up with a guy she had the hots for- despite the fact she had
a serious boyfriend. We sort of got over that, but later, things got really
sour when we were dating two guys in the same friend group. After she and her
guy broke up, he and I were looking for someone to play music with. (I often
played at open mic nights). Of course, my boyfriend was cool with this, but
ex-girlfriend J went crazy and called him screaming. After that, we didn't
talk. The first guy moved in with her "as friends" and threw up on
her floor often. One day I tried to make up and invited her out to coffee. She
bragged about dating a 40-year old professor. Then she unfriended me on
Facebook.
F- F is one of
those situations where you are simply separated by different interests and
classes at a large school. Freshman year we were best friends, sophomore year
we weren't. Though, she did write a rather nice sentiment in my yearbook. It
was a sad situation.
C- C was my first
roommate ever in an apartment. I wouldn't say that we were best friends, but we
were close. She moved her boyfriend in, and they left spoiled meat all over the
kitchen, pounds of hair in the bathtub, and smoked cigs (which I hate) in the
apartment. All around, I wasn't happy. My boyfriend at the time ended up
confronting her boyfriend, and it was ugly. I believe he later left a can of
Slimfast on my doorstep and put shaving cream under my car door. I was skinnier
than his girlfriend. I drank it anyway.
P Girls- P stands
for party. These girls get their own section, because even if you think you're
best friends with a girl you go out with every weekend, she's not going to call
you after she moves. We weren't that close anyway, right? Well, it seemed like
it at the time.
Girls can be petty and childish- all of us. It's a sad day
when you lose someone who you thought you would be sharing memories with the
rest of your life. But, life is about moving on, and even if we aren't ready to
let go of some people, they need to let go of us.
2 of My Favorite Besties
Of course, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the wonderful
humans who are still my best friends. I love you, and thanks for keeping the
drama at bay!
*Note, this isn't a comprehensive list, and it's also 100
percent based on my personal opinions/observations in relationships, which
could be, as any human's perceptions, completely flawed.
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