Fake Friends & New Ends
When you’re a kid, you think you have all the friends in the world. And it doesn’t take much to make more. You could talk to a person once and instantly consider them a friend. But the older we get, that number seems to dwindle for various reasons. People change, you change, yours goals and outlook on life change, etc. The main thing is change. Some people change for the better, some for the worse or worse yet they don’t change at all. Which can be cool if you’re alright with complacency.
But me being the person I am, can’t stand to sit around and watch life passing me by. Which is why I can be quick to kick people out of my life to a fault. In my younger years I used to give people the most chances to get it right. But as time goes on, it’s rare that I even abide by my “3 strikes you’re out” rule. I’m just at the point right now if you’re not adding value to my life I can’t be bothered anymore. Life’s too short to be wasted on people clearly not concerned with maintaining a relationship with you.
Which is why I can now count the number of true friends I have on one hand. And most of those are my A-1’s since Day 1. Now I see why Drake said “no new friends”. Once you get some success people start coming out of the woodworks trying to be your friend. So, it’s really hard to tell if their there because they’re genuinely interested in you as a person or just because of what might benefit them from being your friend.
On the flip side, when you go through the inevitable low points in life, people start disappearing like roaches with the lights cut on. Then once you’re back on track and up more than you’ve ever been, they want to be all buddy buddy with you. See, sh*t like this grinds my gears. Which is why I only f*ck with my real ones. Because ain’t nobody got time for that.
TLC said it best…