“You choose your friends, not your family.” This is crap. Both are things that just happen. At least to me, I’ve never heard of anyone say stuff like “I’m gonna be that persons friend.” Friendships grow from accidents, from chance or even carelessness about the self. That’s even more random than genes.

Family, if you don’t like them, is fairly easy to get away from. Stop talking to that third-cousin and they’ll leave you alone and never really dip into the same stratrosphere. Giving up friendship is harder, it requires a mutual intent or else it will mend itself as they won’t really let each other be. Of course, it can dwindle a bit when you move about and lose touch. But then, I’ve noticed that once you reach out it is easy to get things going again like nothing really happened.

I’ve not done as well to my firends as I should have, I think. I’ve let things go, at times never really made the effort I should have and this corrodes me. A chip here, a chip there, all while I’m locked in some introverted phase. I don’t want to. I don’t like it. But I know it’s me that’s faulty, and I’m slowly getting better I think.  The thing is this: I didn’t choose my firends so I can’t afford to let it just slide like a power-animal anymore. I’m going to think about this a bit more and then I have to do something about it.