I changed schools in the sixth grade and in doing so I literally severed all ties with my friends from the earlier school. This led me into a deep quest for friendship. In this new environment, I had to grow up slightly faster than I wanted to. I realized that making new friends was imperative or else I would be subject to ridicule and snide remarks for being someone unusual, someone unwilling to make friends. So I tried firstly by sharing my writing material, lunch items and sometimes even loaning money to my classmates to make them my friends. I made quite a few friends by doing this.
It wasn't until grade 8 however, that I managed to find like-minded people to share my opinions, fears and worries with. With these friends I seemed to think this is the pinnacle of friendship. I felt understood and loved for just who I was, without changing one bit. Truly these people will always be cherished by me because they were one of the first people I could be honest with, but something was amiss.
I realized this kind of friendship needed constant work. By that I mean literally doing work! Planning outings, get-togethers, parties and of course having each others back through every situation whether he/she was in the right or not. At first these things seem exciting, fun even. It's only when you start to question yourself 'Is it worth the effort?' that you realize a true friend would never think on those lines and then you hate yourself for being that way.I felt the exact same way and I still feel terribly for doing so.
This made me question whether I was capable (let alone worthy) of keeping friendships. Then I was reminded of one none other than my MOTHER. She is literally the best friend I have and hopefully will continue to have for many more years. She is the best kind of friend one would ever need (or want). I do love her very much (even though I don't mention it often enough). So for me the relationship that I have with my mom is TRUE FRIENDSHIP. Thank you for reading.
It wasn't until grade 8 however, that I managed to find like-minded people to share my opinions, fears and worries with. With these friends I seemed to think this is the pinnacle of friendship. I felt understood and loved for just who I was, without changing one bit. Truly these people will always be cherished by me because they were one of the first people I could be honest with, but something was amiss.
I realized this kind of friendship needed constant work. By that I mean literally doing work! Planning outings, get-togethers, parties and of course having each others back through every situation whether he/she was in the right or not. At first these things seem exciting, fun even. It's only when you start to question yourself 'Is it worth the effort?' that you realize a true friend would never think on those lines and then you hate yourself for being that way.I felt the exact same way and I still feel terribly for doing so.
This made me question whether I was capable (let alone worthy) of keeping friendships. Then I was reminded of one none other than my MOTHER. She is literally the best friend I have and hopefully will continue to have for many more years. She is the best kind of friend one would ever need (or want). I do love her very much (even though I don't mention it often enough). So for me the relationship that I have with my mom is TRUE FRIENDSHIP. Thank you for reading.
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