So much has happened in my life already, and a lot of those experiences have stayed with me. They are not all monumentous, nor are they all life changing. But every single one of them (and the countless more that are buried deep within me) have made me who I am.
I hope others will join in with me and post their own memories on their blogs (or in the comments). I will be posting mine every Friday, but it doesn’t matter when you write yours or if you wish to do them fortnightly or monthly – your writing should fit with your schedule. If you do join I ask that you link to my blog with this link: http://emptythoughtsrewritten.blogspot.co.uk (until I’ve worked out how to create a button for you to display) and that you will link your POST (not just your blog link please) in the comments each week (until I’ve worked out how to make a linky thing for you to add your links to – I’m really not very tech-savvy!).
A few years after finishing High School and Sixth Form, a couple of my closest friends from school were eating in the same restaurant as me. When I finished my dinner I did the polite thing and went over to say hi and see how they were doing. One of them started replying, but at a look from the other she stopped and they both physically turned their bodies away from me. Now, I know that I wasn’t the greatest friend when in school, but I am still baffled by that response as I honestly have no idea what it is that I did wrong (and even more so as I’ve had perfectly civilised conversations with those I considered ‘enemies’ in school since then).
I knew I shouldn’t dwell on being snubbed so badly, but it turns out those feelings of anger and hurt aren’t that easy to turn off. It is now years later and I finally feel that I’m over it. I still struggle with knowing that the group of friends I was a part of in school still all get along and hang out – just without me. I often wish I hadn’t been such a bitch in school, but there’s not a whole lot I can do about it now. I would love to apologize to that group of friends, but knowing that they won’t even listen makes it that much harder. Instead, I look at our prom picture (that I’m planning on hanging in my room soon) and feel blessed to have known them when I did. I honestly hope that everything is going well in their lives.
The whole experience taught me to value friendship for the incredible amazingness that it is. I am grateful to those few who have stayed in contact since High School, and who have always accepted me. And every day I feel lucky that I now have a close group of friends who I see as my second family. I might not get to see them all that often, but I know that I will be there when they need me and vice versa.
Are you still friends with those you went to High School with?