I have met a lot of people in the few years I have lived on this planet. I have made a lot of friends — some stayed for a while and life happened to the bond of our friendship, some didn’t last at all, and some have been there since day one. I can recall very clearly that there were friendships that didn’t work out for a long time due to different perspectives about life and also on how to handle different approaches to life.
While you may want to conclude that I’m not good at friendship, I also have friendships that are still in existence till today, and we are from totally different backgrounds, so it’s not merely about perspectives as I earlier mentioned.
Back then in school, one of my lodge mates, a course mate also, with whom I did friendship, was into voodoo. Like, it was practically real — he used voodoo to enchant girls and do many other diabolical things. Well, I didn’t find it hard coping when we were together in the lodge because I minded the kind of things I used in his presence, and we joked a lot about his voodoo acts.
When we got different apartments at the start of a new academic year, the little friendship died off. I didn’t see any need to still keep in touch as it was in the days we were living in the same lodge, and the same thing happened to him too. We just saw a big distance emerge between us.
On the other hand, I have lived with people of different beliefs, especially in tradition and religion, and we are still friends till today. During NYSC, I had a lot of Muslims around, and because of the way I related with them during that year of service, the spirit of friendship never left. We still talk till today, and whenever we are reminiscing about the days we were together, they don’t fail to acknowledge how churchy I was back then, yet I didn’t distance myself from them, neither did I castigate them about their “rough” life.
That being said, I have had scenarios whereby people’s mere way of life spoiled the friendship, and I didn’t stress it at all because I knew it was meant to be. This is not as close or deep as the friend that did voodoo, nope. I have let friendships go when I noticed that the other person is the type that feels “too important” in their way of life, and these sets of people make you feel like you’re begging for friendship. No way! I cut off easily with little or no effort.
The funny thing is, I have heard people say I appear like this to them, and anytime I hear such, I do everything possible to make them see that whatsoever they’ve nurtured in their head is never it. I cherish friendship a lot, and though we may not be opportune to communicate always, one thing is sure — the bond of friendship we have is still dear to my heart.
Now, to the people that have done this to me — the nonchalant attitude towards people and friendship — I leave the friendship hanging without S double thought
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