As we all know, there are plenty of other people on this planet, and also in our daily lives. There can be some whom are particularly not pleasant to deal with, but we deal with them as humans anyways because we have an obligation to fill. Unfortunately, when we are children, life doesn't help us prepare for these unpleasant people, unless there was some child that was inherently nasty. As we grow older, these rude people become more and more apparent in our lives; whether they are in our classes, workplace, or just run into them while going shopping. The worst is when they are our friends, and it takes us quite a while to figure this out, and when we do, sometimes our hearts break. I have had a good number of close friends in my short lifetime, and I am unhappy about losing them or what became of them as life kept moving on.

Throughout this short life there has never been a shortage of disappointing people, and although we lose these close friends, there are always warning signs before they transform into the horrible people we come to know them as. Growing up, I was always open and naive; I loved to try and be friends with anyone. I loved having someone. It wasn't even that long into my childhood that one of my supposed close friends was teasing me and bullying me. I think that was around the time I started becoming a cynical and bitter child, knowing someone I was friends with could be so horrible in no time. Getting older, I knew that there were people who intentionally hurt others, though for what reasons, I was never sure. This girl was my friend of mine until 5th grade, when all of a sudden she thought I was mean and wasn't worth her time, and decided that making me cry was better for her self-esteem.

Moving on to high school was hard, since those I became friends with up until then only had hurt me and making new friends was going to be harder. At least, that is what I thought. But within the first two years of high school, I had a sturdy group of friends with whom I enjoyed spending time with. We were close all through high school, and then college came along and we all went to different schools. There was contact between us; we had made plans together and were seeing each other over breaks, but everything changed as the years went by. By the second year of college, I was losing my friends one by one. They changed rather rapidly, and treated each other, as well as myself, with a disrespect I had never known before. In my third year of college, I had one of my best friends leave and had made only a few new friends here, at Marywood, knowing that trust could not be easily built anymore.

Now, in my fourth year of college, I currently have two best friends. One is from high school and is one who I cannot live without because she is always there for me and I love her just as much. The other friend, I made here. We spend everyday together, and I can't imagine my college life without him. Even though I have a crappy record with friendships, these two constants in my life are what keep me positive and keep me going. Knowing that there are people out there who are worth my time is what I seek. We will always have the unpleasant people, but they are only temporary. The true people who will love us eternally are the ones worth living for.