I think that as you get older, at least as I have gotten older, I have gotten better and more precise with telling people what I think. I used to keep it all in. If someone hurt my feelings I would just bottle it up and move on, usually never or very infrequently speaking to them again. Now I have lost a lot of that filter.
I remember when having friends meant hanging out with people and doing something fun like playing soccer, surfing, watching a movie or talking about neat stuff. Now sometimes it just feels like I am in a competition to see who can have the most drama in their life. I ALWAYS loose because as I see it, I don’t have any drama because I don’t have any unsolvable problems.
I live in the USA now and I have some things that I own and I have other things that I would like to have just like everyone else in the world. When I studied at the Universidad de La Habana in Cuba I went without a lot of things. Thus I learned that there is not much that you really need in life. Yea there are a lot of neat things out there to buy and use but as far needs go some food, clothing and shelter go a long way in meeting needs. Now I am off topic of what I started writing about.
I had a group of girls that I hung out with in High School and the some random times after those High School years. There were not really my BFFs but they were really fun sometimes. Other times there were the most self absorbed biatches that I ever met. Since I don’t really talk to any of them and I am older and don’t care anymore I will not even pretend to use their fake names. Writing is more about uncovering the truth sometimes so why hide it with BS. So anyways Ana and Kristin smoked (cigarettes) in High School, Kathy would start later and quit a few years after starting. I don’t know if she is back at it or what anyone’s smoking status is to date. I also started, mostly because it is so much more fun, social and culturally acceptable abroad, and I quit over a year and a half ago and have not looked back.
I remember Meg, a non-smoker, always giving Kristin a hard time about smoking. She usually did it in a joking but we all knew she was serious kind of way. Honestly it got kind of old after a while and I was not even the one she was picking on. I was keeping my mouth shut at that point in my life so I did not say anything. Years later Meg would go on to marry none other than a big chain smoker. I knew her still then briefly. She had stopped trying to get Kristin to quit smoking.
Sometimes I only remember the good times and wonder what it would be like if we all lived in a similar geographical area or if we all hung out again. I don’t think any of us would really get along. If we did it would be because someone was keeping their mouth shut. I don’t think I could do that anymore and thus we move on.