Monthly Archives: November 2016

Long Distance Friendships

I think technology has made this instant-gratification-entitlement mentality across the board for its users. Just because someone has instant access to my life via technology does not mean they are entitled to that time. 

I almost agreed on the common courtesy of the timely reply back, but then I am reminded of how many times I’ve gotten a message, found myself busy, and then forgotten to reply. 

To me, I think real friendship is acceptance. It is realizing and understanding and being accepting of that fact that sometimes people won’t have time for you. Hell, sometimes those people won’t want to have time for you. And that is okay. Life gets busy. People get busy. Feelings. Emotions. New love interests. Hobbies. Work. Family. 

Time passes. 

If you can’t accept them as they are, including the times they just want space, even if they don’t realize they are distancing themselves from you – are you really being the best friend YOU can be?

The sign of true unconditional friendship is when, even after time passes in silence, the moment you get that “hey! Do you want to get coffee?” text, you respond with love and eagerness “Absolutely! How about tomorrow?” and when you are together, it is as if no time passed at all. 

*Thoughts from the experience of a long distance friendship that is still to this day as intimately close as day 1 despite every passing silent moment time has gifted us with. 

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The Hero Complex

A poem I read at the spoken word poetry event:

He has an infinity for the broken. 

The Dramatic. 

Anything or anyone who needs him. He will come swooping in like a knight in shining armor on the day of battle. 

On the eve of battle he will be no where to be found. 

He will profess that he loves you, but what he loves is the broken pieces of you that reflect him. 

Look how good he is to you. That is the lie you will tell yourself. 

Look. 

How. 

Good. 

shines each broken piece. 

Yet, you throw a blind eye to who threw the rock at the mirror. 

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