Written by Jackie
I’ve only had one friendship in my life that really mattered to me. Most have come and gone, and as I changed, became irrelevant to the person I became. If we kept in touch, it was merely for small talk and something to do. What defines a friend? Is it the hobbies we share? Similar sense of humor? Our life’s goals?
As I watched the people I knew get married, buy houses, and start families, I realized I had very little in common with them. Sure, maybe I’d like a baby one day, but not in that way. I think many people find it an easy alternative to the potentially countless years of never finding their true self. But at what cost?
I’m sick of seeing pictures of your baby on Facebook. Not because I’ve seen her tons already and she looks like every other baby, but because she’s become a symbol for how happy you’ll ever be. Continue reading Are We Friends? →