I Miss High School
This morning I went to the gym. While I did my usual stretches from dance class, I noticed a group of women (friends) helping each other out with the workouts. They completely dismissed the stereotypical competitiveness between women. Rather, they nagged each other through the sweat and pain of losing those last 5 pounds.
I smiled as I observed them from my solitary corner. I tried to remember the last time I had an all-female support group. I’m ashamed to say that it was in high school (mind you: I attended an all-girl high school). I was the three musketteers with J. and W. I could call them up and say “I’m dyin to try to this new Asian restaurant. Wanna come with?” or “There’s a new nail salon. Wanna come with?” Most importantly, when adolescence brought up its usual drama, I could turn to them for a moment alone to release my frustration, sadness, anger, etc. Now we don’t talk as much anymore. We attend different schools, and we have different schedules. In a city that moves like a comet in a sky, it’s hard to keep in touch with old fond friends.
Could it be adulthood that’s replacing timeless friendships with shifting acquaintances?