DocRoberts
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Disclaimer: I'm not looking for sympathy, just seeking the thoughts of other folk on this story.
There's no worse feeling than when your friends begin to leave you behind. You know, as though they had to get somewhere in a big damn hurry.
The discussion of finding a place, or one of us moving away, has been coming up a lot recently, and it seems to me that I'm the only one that isn't so dead-set on a routine that requires an insane amount of accessories that would prevent us from leaving a single state.
Kind of like there's no whimsy left in their worlds, or that I've been spending an entire world off on my own, thinking they had as much time to dedicate towards imagination of the future.
When I talk about whimsy, I'm using it as a catch-all for romance and exploration outside of your home town. None of my small group of friends has ever wandered out of a ten-mile radius for more than a week, and it's beginning to feel like they're all content to remain here. I'd love to not part ways, particularly because these are friends that I've had since before I can remember, but it's this idea of being trapped in a routine that scares the living shit out of me.
It was dropped on me that the reasons we gathered were a miserable time for everyone, making me out to be some sort of Peter Pan trying to gather with the adult Darling Children and wasting their time like an idiot.
At twenty-seven, the thought of making new friends to replace ones that I've had my entire life is even more terrifying, as I wouldn't know where to start.
There's no worse feeling than when your friends begin to leave you behind. You know, as though they had to get somewhere in a big damn hurry.
The discussion of finding a place, or one of us moving away, has been coming up a lot recently, and it seems to me that I'm the only one that isn't so dead-set on a routine that requires an insane amount of accessories that would prevent us from leaving a single state.
Kind of like there's no whimsy left in their worlds, or that I've been spending an entire world off on my own, thinking they had as much time to dedicate towards imagination of the future.
When I talk about whimsy, I'm using it as a catch-all for romance and exploration outside of your home town. None of my small group of friends has ever wandered out of a ten-mile radius for more than a week, and it's beginning to feel like they're all content to remain here. I'd love to not part ways, particularly because these are friends that I've had since before I can remember, but it's this idea of being trapped in a routine that scares the living shit out of me.
It was dropped on me that the reasons we gathered were a miserable time for everyone, making me out to be some sort of Peter Pan trying to gather with the adult Darling Children and wasting their time like an idiot.
At twenty-seven, the thought of making new friends to replace ones that I've had my entire life is even more terrifying, as I wouldn't know where to start.