Christina. Marlon. King. BJ. Johann. Helzie. Faizal. Ace. Brian. Junnel. Michelle. Michele. Ace. Lea. Bernadette. Pam.
As we trod on this alleyway of prodigal surprises we call life, each of us encounters people whom we put on a higher esteem than others – our best-friends. As read above, those, chronologically, are more or less the best-friends I’ve had in life. Yes, I know. Half of them are, like, more beauty than brawn. But that’s for another post. Haha! Sure got you interested in my heart-life, haven’t I? NOT!!
As I was saying, people acquire alotta best-friends in life. Surprisingly, one’s batch of best-friends are also diverse among themselves. Maybe ‘coz each one caters to a certain facet of our personalities. Perhaps your best-friend in school cannot relate to your sports activities. So, you unconsciously searched for another, more sporty, best-friend. These statements do not sprout from a psychiatrist’s mind. But they make sense, don’t they? Well, they do to me anyway.
They make sense to me as I reckon it’s what I did. Let’s say a best-friend didn’t agree with on a certain matter, fashion perhaps, or maybe my love for the art of professional wrestling (whoah! That’s another topic id LOVE to write bout); if I felt that I couldn’t share that certain joy with him/her, then I’d look for someone I’d be able to jive with. Get it?
Another thing is, it makes me wonder how come, after all these years, all of my best-friends, except the present one, are already out of my life. There’s a pang of sorrow I feel when I think of the clichéd ‘good old times’. Why did they all have to go? Why? Is it ‘coz I’ve outgrown the whims I associated them with? Or have they outgrown the whims they associated me with?
Hmmmm. I don’t know…
Maybe they just got sick of my whining ass.
You sound like a very intellectual person. I enjoyed reading this entry – largely due to its theme of best friends which, incidentally, is a key focus in my thoughts nowadays.
People will tend to reminisce of the past the older they get, and being a college student many of my best friends from elementary school desire the art of rekindling old flames of black-top memories, 3rd grade teachers and the cartoons we favored. But it’s so awkward to jump back to those years because one person went into work, another went into art and the other is scientific; our personalities and interests are so different that we no longer call each other true best friends.
Ah, I seem to have gone on a rant. Anyway, I look forward to reading other entries.
By: olea on Tuesday, December 18, 2007
at 2:17 pm
according to national geographic,
as people grow older, the number of their bestfriends or close friends shrinks.
By: roy on Sunday, January 6, 2008
at 10:41 pm