“A lifetime [might be] too long to live as friends…”
May 14, 2009
One of my favorite songs growing up was by Michael W. Smith. You’ve probably heard it, at least if you’re my age or older…if you haven’t, let me know and I’ll find you a recording, or Project Playlist it. It’s called Friends. And is all cheesy. No joke. I mean, just read the lyrics to the chorus:
And friends are friends forever
If the Lord’s the Lord of them
And a friend will not say never
‘Cause the welcome will not end
Though it’s hard to let you go
In the Father’s hands we know
That a lifetime’s not too long to live as friends.
See, I always put faith in this song, but now I don’t so much. Most people I know have a lifetime friend, someone who they’ve known since Elementary school and still chat with occasionally. Some are very close. My big sister has Kunkee. My friend Amy has Kelsey. Amanda has Ciera. Everyone’s got someone except me. I’m not friends with anyone I went to elementary school with. I’m not friends with the same people from middle school. And, truthfully, I didn’t carry my middle school friends to high school. And now that I’m in college, I don’t have many friends from high school anymore.
I really only have one left. Her name is Erin, and I thought she was the one to withstand it all, that once we met and came 
to be friend through church at the end of our freshman year of high school, we’d be friends until the end. And yeah, she might read this, but maybe then she’ll get how I feel. We’ve been planning this roadtrip to St. Louis to see RENT. She asked me if she could bring a friend and, now that we’ve talked about it a bajillion times, I figured it was through her head that I really wanted it to be just us. I ordered the tickets and then, all of a sudden, she brought up bringing the other girl…AGAIN.
I don’t see how someone who claims to be a friend would continue to hurt me this much. Especially since I told her that when she keeps inviting people along, it makes me feel as though she doesn’t want to be around me. I’ve directly expressed just how hurt this situation makes me feel. Furthermore, I don’t see why I can’t carry any friends over the big changes in my life. I feel kind of alone…and it scares me. Because I don’t want to grow up to be a cat lady who fiddles all day and because she doesn’t have any friends.
Moral of the story, no matter how close you may be to someone, friendships fizzle and die, and maybe forever isn’t for everyone.
Until we meet again,
Wildcat Kate
things may change as you get older. Some of those people you were friends with before may become friends with you again. Trust me, I lost touch with one of my friends from high school and after college she and I got in touch again and are best friends now. A girl I was friends with all through elementary, middle and high school, . . . we hardly ever see each other. So, who knows what will happen.
Bounced over here from your sister’s blog.
I hope things work out with you and your friend’s road trip.
For a lot of people those friends come later in life too. (I consider myself lucky with Kunkee, really! And even so it takes a lot of work to keep those friendships. And I’ve had to become friends with her friends to keep that friendship.) I’ve learned taht a lot of the “life long” friendships come from college or later. (Like Joe!! Every one needs a Joe! Or Kathy and Tom; although I’m not convinced everyone needs a Kathy and Tom…)
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