So, here I sit, teary-eyed and stoned thinking of the best friends I’ve lost and continue to lose. I feel tears stream down my cheeks thinking of the friends that would comfort me now if they were here, or I there. I seek solace in vinyl records and chai tea in my solitude at 3 in the morning.
I feel more love than any other time in my life. I talk to my friends and family and know they love and care for me. They support my good choices and stand by my side as I resolve the bad decisions. The people I love are able to reciprocate and I do not fear they will abandon me despite my anxiety.
I’m waiting to live, still waiting to love
Oh, it’ll be over, and I’ll still be asking ‘When?’
- Dodie “When”
Hi.
It’s Me.
I’m your Imaginary Friend.
Friendzone: Friend or Warden pt. 2
I gained a new and different understanding of what the friendzone entails once I rejected romantic or sexual advances. Turns out it isn’t only men that get upset and hurt by the rejection of retaining a friendship over romance. Last essay I reflected on the friendships I fizzled out by trying to change the nature of the relationship. I find myself now returning to the same idea inverted.
Friendzone: Friend or Warden pt. 1
I’ve flip-flopped on this topic many times in my life, but a few years ago I decided on a mindset that has proven beneficial. I don’t believe in the friendzone. I don’t support the idea of being friendzoned as a concept. People are either friends and lovers, or they’re not. I hate the idea that friendship is somehow degrading and below any romantics. How on Earth is developing lifelong friendships lower than a fleeing fickle flame?
The last few years have proven difficult and tiresome. I'm fucking exhausted at a soul level. I don't know if any amount of naps would ever take this away, but I'll keep trying.