Friends We Used To Have

I remembered how we used to have a capacious range of colloquy or clambake from anything to everything. There has always been this person, well if you are fortunate to have this one person that you somehow felt disconnected all of a sudden. Things were going well, until a certain point when it transformed from a brashly brewed friendship to something deeper than mild but abruptly gone tasteless and diluted. Not the best ways to describe a situation but pardon me for my lack of vocabularies and dramatic turmoil to pull out a sketch. 

I found a pattern on how friendship works, one of those eureka moments as I was showering thinking and pondering off simultaneous other than the habitual shower. Once you successfully started a friendship with a friend and if providentially things go well between you two no matter whether this friend is of the same or opposite sex, you will proceed to phase two; a friendship but with deeper meaning to it. There’s a thing called ‘tolerance’, the level differs from one to another. If you are one of those individuals with a wide range of tolerance then you will have no problem at all, literally to mix with different forms of homo sapiens lingering on the surface of mother Earth. A good example, my very own biologically father who mixes with people from all walks of life; me on the other hand, a total opposite. I’m a self proclaimed, self-cognizant, semi-more-than-three-quarter anti-social brat. 

Back to the topic of phase two, once the ‘tolerance’ level kicks in… we tend to filter better than the glomerulus of our kidneys. Those with certain behaviors, personalities, thoughts, mindset and anything related to that matter of subject that are acceptable within our ‘tolerance’ level, shall be also be bearable and auspiciously being acceptable by our body. In other words, we tend to be a little more observant, our pupils dilate more effectively and somehow signals begin to transmit more clearly. We start to see more sides of people and their true colours and their attitudes or behavior might not be in par as what we normally do. This automatically creates a gap between us, it maybe a boon or a bane. A boon that we are aware of this person’s true self and decide whether to take any further steps or not; a bane that if somehow this person continues to be in different mindsets or show any sort of manners that we dislike and regrettably break the bond of friendship between us two. 

Sometimes I do regret but the awkwardness is inevitable, you will only bumped into that particular person and utter to yourself monotonously and sigh, “we used to be such good friends but…”