Everyone likes having friends, but the friends we have at different stages of our life change. When I was in primary school I was friends with the clever girls who liked reading books and disliked sports. In high school I preferred the company of boys because they talked about things like books, fantasy, games and debated fascinating topics rather than discussing makeup and clothes all day. In university I was drawn both to the rhetoric of intelligent types and the fun outgoing people that widened both my experiences and social circles.
These days I’ve become a bit of a homebody but I’m not yet ready to succumb to the talks of curtain fabrics, home-grown vegetables and babies that some of my peers have. It’s not an impossibility, it’s just not me, now.
So perhaps if I met my high school friends now, at this stage of both our lives, we would not be friends. And yet, despite the years and changes, it’s magnificently easy to fall back into conversation with old friends. It doesn’t matter how many years or miles are between you, there was always a reason you became friends. Their presence makes you smile and want to talk about all the inane things that have happened since you last met. Or sometimes you don’t even have to fill in the gap, you just go back to sarcastic observations of the day and all it’s issues.
Whilst it’s true you can make small talk with work colleagues, strangers at bus stops or friends of your partner, it’s always nice to be reminded of your own choices for friendships. Because those ones are never for necessity or convenience. They are for the pleasure of company alone.
To my friends. You are marvellous.