I had a realization tonight. I am everyone’s friend but not their best. And I am okay with that. Or I used to be.
I’ve had bouts of loneliness these past couple of months. Loneliness that was triggered by a misunderstanding on my 30th birthday. It made me question things about certain friendships. Things that were only in the back of my head that I’ve been trying to ignore until tonight.
I’d like to think I am a good friend. While I’m not the type to be on messenger with you 24/7, I can honestly say if you text me at 2AM and need me somewhere, I will do my best to be there.
I don’t begrudge my friends for having lives of their own. I’ve never been the type to get jealous about friends having other set of friends. It never occurred to me to be jealous because when you’re past 20, having a job of your own and exploring possibilities, you’re bound to meet more people and make connections.