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You Don’t Need A Lot Of Friends, Just A Couple Really Good Ones

In secondary school, I felt constrained to have many friends and companions.

If you weren’t a piece of the ‘popular group’, then you’ve never had a lot of friends. At any rate, this was valid for the school I was in. I never had ‘best friends’ or even one ‘close friend’ in high school. That all changed once I got to college.

Presently, where we use online life and social media as a scale to quantify the nature of our lives, being the girl who has never had a bunch of friends wasn’t constantly fun. In any case, I’ve come to find that you don’t need to bother with a lot of friends, you simply need a couple decent and good ones.

Before you can’t help contradicting me, let me clarify. Remember all the inner circles in high school? It’s the place the mean girls of the world were (are still are) built.

Girls would shape their ‘popular’ groups and conclude who was in and who was out. All of you remember these groups, right? They dressed the same. They only spent time with each other and no one else. When one girl despised a person, they all loathed the person. They wouldn’t set out date each others’ boyfriends. They wouldn’t set out hanging out with any other person outside of their group. These girls were a bolted unit.

I was never one of those girls. I exchanged secondary schools after my first year since truly, girls were mean to me. In any case, this isn’t a tragic account for you to feel awful for me since I was tormented in secondary school.

It is anything but a story for me to talk down on the young ladies who treated me so awfully. It’s a tale about how a young lady like me found a friend of a lifetime, and how I wouldn’t exchange the encounters that drove me to her for the world.

I went around with a couple of young ladies my lesser and senior year of secondary school. They were the friends I would just observe at football match-ups or in class ,  but they were peculiar like me. By peculiar, I mean they weren’t reluctant to act naturally. There were no boundaries to the section for our small group other than being your credible self — something I have constantly attempted to accomplish.

After secondary school, I set off for college in a similar city I experienced childhood in. I made some new companions, yet the school was so little it felt like a celebrated secondary school. Similar young ladies from high school I went to stay friends in their identical gatherings, and the vast majority of them joined a similar sorority.

I thought about joining a sorority. Following half a month in, I understood being in a sorority was only an extravagant of the way for paying money to have a colossal group of friends. (Being in a sorority simply wasn’t for me, yet I’m very much aware that for certain individuals it is their most treasured part from college .)

All the girls were the same. They came up short on the singularity and peculiar qualities I required in a friend. I had a feeling that I was in secondary school once more. In any case, this time it was greater and really much more awful.

In the spring of my first year of school, I made a beeline for Indiana University with certain friends for Little 5 end of the week. If you aren’t from the Midwest and have never known about Little 5, in lamest terms, it’s a lot of cliques hustling each other on bicycles.

More often than not, nobody ever makes it to the race. The day typically begins around 5 or 6 a.m. with alcohol for breakfast, liquor for lunch, and goodness better believe it,  booze for supper as well. At a certain point at the end of the week, I went to get together with a young lady from my school. She had some irregular young lady with her that I had known about yet didn’t know excessively well.

We were throwing back shots like water for the vast majority of the day. The night sky, in the long run, turned over us and I was more smashed than I had ever been in all my years. I was lost at a brotherhood (each young lady’s most exceedingly terrible bad dream) and called Payton, the young lady I had met before in the day.

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