It really hurts me how people these days don’t care about someone’s feelings. I met someone at Brookes two years ago. We never spoke, once, but in a way when we saw each other, we could tell how the other was feeling. We’d try making each other laugh by cracking stupid jokes with our friends, so the other could overhear and laugh, and this always made my day.
When we started talking a year ago, it was very uncomfortable, because we didn’t know each other that well and were socially awkward. I said something embarrassing once, and every time this thought flashed past my mind, I laughed at myself. We did not converse for months after this. Although we did try to talk sometimes, it was not as fun and relaxing as it used to be.
A few months ago we started talking again. In one week, we spoke about everything we could think of. This ranged from our likes and dislikes, clothing, shoes, food, favourite holiday destinations, universities, sports, family and friends, etc. We made so many memories and our talks were really entertaining. I always think that if someone overheard our conversations, they’d think we were crazy and belonged in an asylum. We told each other our problems, and acted like therapists, our advice and ideas went through the roof, they were either extremely helpful and knowledgeable or extremely funny and foolish.
I wrote about this because this is one of the best friendships I have ever seen in my life. This is a reminder that everyone deserves a friend who will understand them and stick with them through thick and thin. So find yourself a friend who will be there for you no matter the circumstance, and someone who can be the most mature yet the most childish person you’ll ever meet.