There are people out there that think they’ve got it all just because they party with the same 30 strangers every weekend. Me on the other hand? I can count on my hands the number of friends I have if you ask me to.
When I say friends I mean actual friends. The people that you think of as family. Not the people you call when you feel like partying. Call me old school if you want, but I will always believe quality is more important than quantity.
I don’t see the point of hanging out with 15, 20, 25 people, who barely know my name. Do you know how amazing it is to go through something important and call that one friend that you know will help you? That friend that has been there for a while and knows exactly how you feel and what will make you feel better, even when you don’t see it yourself.
If you don’t have friends like that — or at least one that knows you that way — then I urge you to find it.
I know a lot of people there’s no point in lying about that it. But just because we tend to go to the same parties and know similar people, doesn’t mean they know me or I know them. I may recognize faces and know their names — or maybe even birthdays – but that doesn’t make me consider them friends.
My friends are those that have been there for years. Those who listened to me in my moments of frustration and anxiety. Those who hugged me when I needed someone to just be there. Those who have been part of the weirdest and funny memories. Those who tell me to focus on school when I start to drift off. And those who push me to keep going and become a better me.
If you made me choose I’d pick my four friends over a whole group of strangers every single time.