Being angry is bad. It’s quite poisonous and it makes you bitter but lately I can’t avoid it.
Our once inseparable group of friends is now divided in two sub-groups. The ones who are in serious relationships and judge the rest of us for not having lost our edge and, well, the rest of us. The people in this sub-group share many characteristics:
- they never want to go out
- they used to be party animals like the rest of us and now they’re not
- when they go out they always go home early because “they’re tired”
- they will get mad if they don’t get invited to random dinners that often result in wild nights but wouldn’t come if we invited
- they actually act like they’re superior
- they think they have it all figured out
- they lose their shit when we tell them they’ve changed or just how we feel about their new lifestyle
Quoting one of them “We’re in our third year of university. We’ve partied enough the first two years. We’re all twenty/twenty-one-year-olds, it’s time we settle down.”
What the fuck? I don’t get it. Being in a loving relationship is a great thing but I don’t get the need to act like and old married couple. It’s not the time yet! We’re only halfway through university. The thought of “settling down” for good makes me shiver.
One of the individuals in this group is my ex and, man, we were wild! We were fun to hang out with and always stayed up until dawn. Now, every time I hang out with two of my closest friends, who are now in a relationship, all they have to say is what they cooked for the other the night before.
“The rest of us”, we just nod, we puke in our mouths a little bit and proceed to planning our next night or an evening of doing something new.
I’m not settling down, I’m going on an international exchange program (we all are, actually), I’m preparing to experience the best events of my whole life. It is all still ahead of me. I want to dance until my feet hurt and watch the sun rise a million times and die my hair and lose myself in unknown streets and sit alone at cafés people-watching and kiss boys I don’t love.
The only problem is I miss them. I miss us. The freshman and sophomore years us. Oh, the nostalgia.