We are often separated from our friends. Some we outgrow, some move onwards and upwards, some are snatched away from us. I have covered that subject in previous posts. We find our friends in many different ways and in many different circumstances. Going to school with someone is no guarantee that you will even remember their name by the time you reach your twenties. I have memories of my mates at school making me laugh, people in my class choosing to emulate Robert Smith’s biggest hair day while The Cure still enjoyed a cult following, and that funny looking kid wearing his Dad’s old shoes. The key there is “that funny looking kid”. I don’t remember his name. But I remember his Dad’s shoes. I was like a 6’6″ version of Carrie Bradshaw in my youth; it was all shoes, shoes, shoes to me.
It Takes A Long Time To Grow An Old Friend. (John Leonard.)
I don’t live very close to my friends, but this doesn’t mean that I am not close to them. I have one friend in particular that I rarely see. It can be a matter of years rather than a matter of days between setting eyes on each other. But I know that when we do next meet up, it will be just like we were talking that morning. That is just the way it is. Our various responsibilities and lives get in the way. We have never lost sleep over this, although other people cannot understand it.