Thoughts on friends and life.

It's weird.

Lately, I've been looking through various people's myspaces/facebooks and finding a bunch more people that I had completely forgotten about. Obviously, people that didn't matter much in my life, because I didn't miss them much. It's funny, you know, seeing them and the life they're leading now. For many, their lives are going nowhere because of shitty choices made earlier. It really pays to think about things when you do them.
Then, I see the people who are blissfully unaware of how white-trash/lame their lives actually are. They have no close people, they've pushed their friends away for an unworthy significant other, they drink their lives away, they do drugs constantly, but they're completely happy. It's weird, and I wonder how long it will take until their lives are completely swept away by the terrible things they're doing/have done.

Then, I look at myself. I am happy. I make good decisions. I don't hurt people to get what I want. I don't do drugs/drink at every opportunity...actually, I don't do drugs nor have I EVER. I don't waste my time with people who are petty and cruel and who want nothing more than someone around for their own benefit.
Friendship is a give and take relationship. I'm not going to stick around in a fake friendship with someone just because they want someone around when it's convenient. I've done that, and I learned from it.

Generally, I'm just seeing how fake people really are. I'm incredibly lucky to have my close group of friends...the friends who have seen me at my best and worst and still stick around....the friends that I have seen at their best and worst too. I can be myself around these people, and know that I'm accepted.
It's really too bad that not everyone can have something like that, but it took me a long time to get where I am now.

It took:
leaving a friend who thought she was hot shit because she went to Columbia for college (oh, and then got put on academic probation while I made the Dean's List)
leaving a friend who thought that it was ok to sleep with someone who was engaged because SHE loved him. (same friend as above)
leaving a friend who can't talk about anything but drinking, boys, and her "peeps"
leaving a friend who put faults on others that she had herself, but couldn't see

Of course there have been more, but those were three main "friends".

I'm also thankful I've been able to disassociate myself from people who were a part of certain parties from long ago. There were a couple that were quite nice, and whom I still talk to, but the majority of them were wanna be scene kids who just wanted to sleep with people in bands and smoke. It was a giant fashion show. A slutty fashion show, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why everyone was so intrigued by all of this. It made me sick, and I'm incredibly glad that I never got involved with any of it.

This blog was me rambling.

I guess I have a lot of stuff on my mind.

I'm going to go look up wedding stuff online.