Being a girl, without a doubt, you will be a part of a minimum of three friend groups or more—it is more like a requirement. You will think so and so is selfish or immature. You will probably think you’re better than them but are you really? You used to be friends, so technically you are selfish and immature too, right? Who you hang out with, represents the type of person you are, does that phrase sound familiar? That phrase was the epitome of my middle school life but I never believed in it until I was college.
I made 100+ friends before my first day of college, I joined a sorority knowing I would not along with everyone, but what I really did not expect was to find my clique within the first few weeks. Alphie’s Adobe was the beginning of a lifetime—a room the size of a normal full bathroom was home to me and three other girls, plus twenty. At first, it was awkward, usual new roomie issues but something was different in Alphies. Within the silence, that lasted for only a few short days, I weirdly felt comfortable. I did not feel awkward within the silence, I was not racking my brain for good conversation starters. Something told me, these were my people, we had an instant vibe connection without even knowing it. By the end of the syllabus week, my roomies and I were past the “roommates” stage, we were best friends; the #bffl hashtags started and the group message was constantly binging.
The things you go through with those people are the memories that stick with you forever, those memories are what separates you from everyone else. Only you guys understand the inside jokes, or weird acronyms you use constantly (in texts and not), your interests become in sync, people know of you because of your friend group. But one day that might change, your eight-person friend group, might turn into four or maybe even one. Shit happens but those memories were never lost, the relationship you built with THOSE people will stick. Creating those memories is what made you so close, a person just can’t forget that; some of those memories might be so real, they almost have to be your friend due to social media suicide. But that is not truly the reason why you remain friends, you remain friends because of the loyalty and or the happiness those people brought you, not just the memories itself.
You might not see those same people all the time, but they will away be your people. Just when you think, “maybe I’ll never see them again?” WRONG.
You will always be friends, as a matter of fact, best friends—those memories are the foundation for something great. What the great is I am not sure—maybe it is becoming a bridesmaid or weekly Wednesday lunches, hell maybe it’s not being friends anymore at all. But those memories will not die, they can’t…they’re half the reason why you love your life today.
So, thank those friends who are the original squad members, it is the least you can do.
