I don't know what happened. I was such a happy child and I used to love making new friends. I think the combination of high school and two long-distance relationships did it. High school, first of all. Hard to make friends hard to make good friends. Throughout my four years of high school, I'd been searching desperately for that one best friend, since the girl I grew up with and the girl I named my best friend live in Pennsylvania. The search failed, time after time. After a while, people just forgot about me. Freshman to sophomore year, my friends split up and chose other friends to be around. It happens, right? I read somewhere that people change friends about every seven years. As true as that may or may not be, my mom found a best friend in high school, so I feel a little behind.
Everyone tells me that college is the time and the place, it'll happen in college. Well, what if the problem isn't school, what if the problem is me? My mom told me once that she sees me becoming anti-social. I didn't agree with her, I thought it absurd. I'm the chatty person, the one that loves talking to people! No way I'm anti-social. Now that I take a closer look in the mirror, my boyfriend is my world. I text him, call him, skype him all the time. I don't shut everyone out and I text my other friends, but my boyfriend is the only one that answers most of the time. Maybe that's my fault too? Have I made the impression that there's only one best friend for me and it's not anyone on this planet? Maybe I need to stop using "best friend". Maybe one good friend that I can talk to is better than a so-called "best friend".
One other person labeled me one of her best friends. I swear, mid-sentence I was thinking, "How rude! I'm just one of many," but now I'm thinking. If you have one best friend who knows everything, that friend could disappear and you'd be left with nothing. Maybe I don't need a best friend, maybe I need best friends.
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