BFF*
*Best friends forever
I remember my first half moon pendant – I shared it with my best friend Kate. As a whole our friendship would survive well into our adult lives of career, marriage and family. We would live on the same street, double date with our husbands and share a chardonnay after a long hard day at work.
And just like Beaches I would be the performer, she the preened professional. Unlike the flick, we would escape AA meetings, useless two-timing men and terminal illness.
We lived in wholesome Australia, where thanks to a daily dose of Home and Away, we thrived on innocence and isolation. Our view on friendships was as shiny as the half moon pendants we proudly wore around our necks.
I have no idea where Kate is now. Maybe she is married, maybe divorced. She could have a 9 to 5 job or be a stay at home mum. Hopefully she hasn’t experienced useless two-timing men or a terminal illness.
But I just don’t know. We lost contact. And I have no idea where my half moon pendant is.
The innocence of friendships in my adolescence, I’ve let go for a far more grimier version: less Home and Away, more Hollyoaks perhaps. I guess that comes with growing up and taking off those rose coloured glasses – replacing them for a pair of shades with a slightly darker view.
It’s not all doom and gloom; it’s just accepting that not all friendships are forever.
Some more or less resemble this season’s trends: they work short term, but then less appropriate next year. In a cruder sense, they outlived my need.
And it was the same when we had the pendants.
Your BFF in school could change as quickly as ra-ra skirts were in. It was just a little easier back then as it was more socially acceptable. You could easily bundle up last year’s friend in a bin liner, take them to Oxfam and feel you were doing a good deed: letting them free to discover a better owner.
But now, oh now… it is almost like a social taboo to do the same trip to Oxfam. Maybe you’re a tad too fickle, too haughty, too above your station.
Why is that? Have we lost our appreciation in the beauty that nothing lasts forever? That temporary happiness is just as worthy and valued over something permanent. I mean we never stay in the same job forever, so therefore it’s okay that some friendships move on too.
Just like jobs and trends – seasonal friendships should not be overlooked for the joy and satisfaction they bring.
I remember my first half moon pendant – I shared it with my best friend Kate. As a whole our friendship would survive well into our adult lives of career, marriage and family. We would live on the same street, double date with our husbands and share a chardonnay after a long hard day at work.
And just like Beaches I would be the performer, she the preened professional. Unlike the flick, we would escape AA meetings, useless two-timing men and terminal illness.
We lived in wholesome Australia, where thanks to a daily dose of Home and Away, we thrived on innocence and isolation. Our view on friendships was as shiny as the half moon pendants we proudly wore around our necks.
I have no idea where Kate is now. Maybe she is married, maybe divorced. She could have a 9 to 5 job or be a stay at home mum. Hopefully she hasn’t experienced useless two-timing men or a terminal illness.
But I just don’t know. We lost contact. And I have no idea where my half moon pendant is.
The innocence of friendships in my adolescence, I’ve let go for a far more grimier version: less Home and Away, more Hollyoaks perhaps. I guess that comes with growing up and taking off those rose coloured glasses – replacing them for a pair of shades with a slightly darker view.
It’s not all doom and gloom; it’s just accepting that not all friendships are forever.
Some more or less resemble this season’s trends: they work short term, but then less appropriate next year. In a cruder sense, they outlived my need.
And it was the same when we had the pendants.
Your BFF in school could change as quickly as ra-ra skirts were in. It was just a little easier back then as it was more socially acceptable. You could easily bundle up last year’s friend in a bin liner, take them to Oxfam and feel you were doing a good deed: letting them free to discover a better owner.
But now, oh now… it is almost like a social taboo to do the same trip to Oxfam. Maybe you’re a tad too fickle, too haughty, too above your station.
Why is that? Have we lost our appreciation in the beauty that nothing lasts forever? That temporary happiness is just as worthy and valued over something permanent. I mean we never stay in the same job forever, so therefore it’s okay that some friendships move on too.
Just like jobs and trends – seasonal friendships should not be overlooked for the joy and satisfaction they bring.
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