I tend to live in extremities, while I clearly can live on with a moderate mode.
Yet, sometimes its these little things which I insist, persist, and get stubborn with that makes me a person, a workforce and a pushy one in things I get engaged with.
So today I've made a move to get on with life.
Looking at the previous post, or posts, elaborating my life around these people, it just jolted in my head suddenly on how fragile "friendship" can get.
What makes the puzzle stay in one piece is the effort parties play in order to keep the whole thing perfect.
I put in quite an amount of effort to keep up with Best Bud, making sure we get updates or whine to each other when time comes.
I lived my past 7 lives with Monkey, some how we are just meant to be friends. He might have his differences, and him letting go off stuffs easily, but we somehow still do make a connection.
It was a 3 or 4 musketeers thingy we had back in high school because of the prefectorial board and what not which kept us quite close. The 4th member was Saac, who got quite close towards the end of Secondary 4 because of him joining the board too.
And the others came into picture quite vaguely I would put it. I thought everyone in the group had the connection because of me. Later on I found out it wasn't me at all.
So much for being the glue putting everything together.
Anyways, it was better to know that fact. It proves that there wasn't any connection left anymore.
During the 21st birthday event, Monkey came up and asked why weren't they there. I sniped, why should I be bothered to invite them, when they clearly did not invite me?
Be nice? Sorry, I've lived beyond that.
So I've decided to rid them off my social network account instead. I see no point in keeping in touch, nor did they ever tried keeping anyway.
Plus, I'm kind of sure my life beyond today will not have them around.
Best bud, I'm cool with you keeping in touch with them, its your right, your calling. Monkey did the same and I still bombard him all the time and we enjoy it.
As for the rest, screw them all. Remember the text we used to send to each other towards the end of Secondary 5, Best bud?
"No matter how long time have passed and even when we don't contact each other anymore; I just wish that one day when we walk down the streets, and when you see me, you would point up and say 'I know that guy, he's my friend!''
I promise you, you and Monkey will stay. No matter what. I think I've passed the naive teens and stepped long enough in the bitter twenties to be able to identify who matters.