You never know who might show up

Friends are weird. I mean, they’re great. But it’s so weird. It’s not until you really face adversity that it becomes clear who your friends are. I think that part makes sense. The part that doesn’t make sense are the people on the fringe that can often bubble to the surface when crisis strikes. 

The people you’ve known forever, but you don’t get to talk to that much. Far away friends who don’t really keep abreast of what’s going on with you (or you with them) and yet, in the era of the Facebook are able to connect a lot less awkwardly than it used to be.

I think the expansion and contractions of life are natural, as are the changes that you experience that change your perspective. But what’s most interesting about growing up is how often you discover that the more people you meet, the less weird you can sometimes feel about your own gaffes, mistakes or things you perceived as bad in your own life. 

Sometimes, just being able to relate with other people is enough to keep you going. Nothing more, nothing less.