Life And Girls

As you may have read, I recently did a blog post called "Life And Boys". Normally, I wouldn't have even thought to do a post like this, however, because of recent events, I feel that this post is not only appropriate but necessary.

Girls can be mean, in fact, a lot of girls are just downright mean girls. There wouldn't be a whole movie about it if it wasn't true. 

Today I read one of my old best friend's blogs. She posted it on Facebook, and I sat here for a good half hour, just scrolling through every post and reading what she had to say. She's a dedicated, hardcore Christian who moved back to B.C. at the end of seventh grade. She came to Alberta in 6th grade because her dad was studying at a Bible college in my town. And in those two years, we did everything together. Some of my best memories with her were as simply as dancing in the rain and then coming inside and playing Super Smash Brothers with her. And I was always Kurby.

It's been a long time since those days, and we've both gone our separate ways now. We still talk, but it's never the same as it used to be. Sometimes I wish that I could go back, just for a day, and remember what it was like to live in a time when drama was simple. When life was simple.

I'm a junior now, in high school and I still live in Alberta. People have come and gone from my life just as seasons change throughout the year, but I've remained here, in this small little town, finding comfort with the people that have been here the longest. It's hard to get attached to someone to just have them move away, like my best friends have over the years.

Anyways, I didn't create this post just to rant about the past and make readers feel nostalgic. I wrote this post because I got inspired by this old friend of mine, who still, after all of these years, manages to make me smile. She was always an inspiration to me. She always encouraged me to do my best and be my best, and I am so thankful that I got to know her, even if it was only for a short period of time.

The other issue that has been on my mind today was a recent fight with one of my other best friends. I first met her in eighth grade (after transferring schools) and we have been close ever since. That is, up until she started dating her current boyfriend. Time has passed and our differences have pulled us apart. A recent fight made me consider who my real friends are in life. And to that question, I have no real answer. I could name a few people that have always been there for me, but I don't know if they always will be. If there's anything that time has taught me it's that people are temporary. Some are in your life longer than others, but everyone will fade away eventually. Next year I'll graduate and go off to University, and I'll make new friends and have new experiences. And everyone here will fade away.

I hope that I can stay close with the people that I've met over the years, but I'm not going to expect it. I've learned that people change, they move away and life goes on. No matter what, life goes on.