Do friendships really ever fade?
This question is difficult to mentally navigate, as there are many ways to percieve the conditions which would indicate triumph or defeat. Perhaps before we all apply this to one of our own social experiences, I think it's important to avoid as much nostalgia as possible. It's more than likely that we really just miss being accustomed to supporting or relying upon our 'ex-friend.'
Fate, it seemed, was always against me in my persuit of trust and comeradery from my peers. I only recently learned that the only force opposing me was my own insecurities. Lamenting past mistakes would probably be the first conclusion of those who follow my penitent method of reguarding others, but naturally not an overly productive way to reach proper results.
Perhaps it's simply human nature to try and hold on to what we once had, whether it was true and substantial, or false and nonexistent. Nobody can unwill their past mistakes, nor acclaim the moments which their logic did not falter (which they should). There is no power in success. Succeeding doesn't give you the strive to do better next time, nor does it's consequences feel as harsh as failure, and so it is breifly celebrated, and then forgotten.
It's in this way that I eulogize the distress of such memories, and the way I go about considering them. Yeah, it's pointless, but I do it anyway. I don't spend nearly as much time wondering about if the friendships stand that deteriorated than I do trying to dream up what nature of thoughts the mutual-would-be-ex-friend could possibly think about the matter, if even if they think there is a matter at all. What a tangled web we weave.
