Buoy Don’t Float

Missing Arcade Fire.

I feel like I don’t want the water to boil. When I say this, I’m thinking friends. More than ever, I feel like I have to choose among my friends: which friends to keep close and which ones to neglect and let die. I’d rather not have to choose which friends boil away. (A forced analogy but it works!) It’s a horrible feeling.

I think I have great friends.

Without being too specific–and rewarding only the perceptive reader–heres how the story goes–it’ll be much more a rant.

First off, everyone is in a fucking “click,” which isn’t always a bad thing. However, I find it makes great friendship difficult. Sure everyone is understandably different and likable, but how do you even begin to differentiate yourself or better yet, accentuate yourself. As mechanic as it is, I find that the greatest friends are the few people you chase down and pin. It’s just that you don’t want to chase them into the crowd. Make sense?

I didn’t believe it until this year, but it’s actually pretty hard to meet people you respect and admire these days. We’re no longer in the dorms when close relationships are forced upon us as we learn to cope with peoples shortcomings. Instead, we divide our time among those friends we have, of which there is never enough time to begin with. Hence, choosing friends and not making many new ones.

Ok, I’m getting lost in my own thoughts. Just know that I feel like I’m in a bind.