As I got older and progressed through school and then to
uni, I indeed found that I had an ever changing and evolving group of friends,
with many promises to stay friends forever being broken and made again with
people anew. I guess a lot of people cement their friendships at different
times, and I thought I had found my dearest whilst trying to pass my degree at
Portsmouth University. I was finally with people who I felt understood the real
me. I had their back and they had mine. That was until I came back to London
and my friends followed their own paths indifferent directions. Sure we tried to
stay in touch and made a real effort to remain close. But once the easy access
of living down the road from one another, and spending all our free time in our
favourite hangouts together came to an end, our friendships soon became too
much hard work and we stopped calling each other.
A few work colleagues and industry friends have made the
transition to good friends, and a couple are now very dear to me, despite one
of them moving twice in the last year and our friendship blossoming over Skype.
But on the whole, work is work and play is play in job where personality is a
business asset used daily. Sometimes in such lines of work, it is difficult to
differentiate between real friendship and business affinity.
I don’t claim that this is the case for everyone, but I
guess this is how I have come to understand what my cousin said to me then. I
am so fortunate to have some amazing people in my life. I have great friends
and a number of amazing personalities that I come across every day at work and
popping up from my past. But I suppose that as I have grown and understood who
I am, and have built up a sense of self and strength of character, the people who
are dearest have become more apparent. It’s
the friend who still remembers the jokes from when we were five. It is the
friend who can tell when I am in a mood and knows how to get my mind off it. In
the company of my dearest friend I can bear their annoying mate and even treat
him like a loved one. My closest mate is one I can’t go more than ten days
without seeing. And those friends I will always have time for, as I presume they
would for me.
I may be a social butterfly and have a lot of people I
consider friends, and some I wish I didn’t have to. But my cousin is right, the
few nearest friends keep me sane, safe and happy, and they are all I need.