Friends. And Other Disappearing Acts.

Many will say that such is life. That when you reach Varsity some friends, who were so important to you, fade into the abyss. And, I guess, that's true. Many friends of mine have seemingly evaporated from my life faster than a glass of water on warm Sudanese day. But this begs the question; Are WE to blame? Perhaps the societal expectations of leaving school and going to university demands that we let go of, or try desperately to hold on to, once perfect friendships? I can easily name 10+ "friends" who have vacated their once prized spots since school ended and university began. But were they true "friends" to begin with? Or were they forced acquaintances that occurred due to circumstance? These are questions all first year students process. Often we're told that the friends we make while studying are friends forever and that you make most of your friends at university, in class and the like. This is when I begin to worry, for several reasons. First, I made no friends in any of my first semester classes. Only acquaintances that I was led to believe I would enjoy working with. I was wrong. But I find all these myths about university are there to force people into a specific social group I call the Wrongs. They are the ones who are forced into a friend group they probably have very little interest in due to necessity. Shame. I find it's a lot more productive to find one person, who you have a true friendly interest in, to be friends with. Cause she more than likely has other friends, who are equally as awesome as she is. True story. But even this has it's downside. This route will more than likely led you to comparing everyone you meet to said awesome person. Like your room mate. Who doesn't understand how to stop the slightly unfixed toilet from running. Or makes way too many attempts at poor conversation. Or insists on looking over your shoulder while you're navigating the hallowed pages of the web. You can see why this is an issue. But none the less, said awesome friend will end up letting you break her car. And allow you to subject her to endless hours of conversation about several other interests. Some of which are her friends. And allow you to become more awesome because of her awesomeness. For which, I am eternally grateful. So kids, the moral of the ever-so-enticing story? Lose friends. Cause you make better ones.