I’ve never been the best at making friends. I don’t really need a huge amount of friends so it’s not something that bothers me. But still confused me on what I’m doing wrong. However we aren’t going to discuss my flaws today, maybe we shall do that another time.
Today I’m going to tell you a story about a friendship I had with a girl, we ended up becoming best friends for a couple of years in secondary school. It all started when I was about 13 years old. I had recently moved house so that we could live closer to the school I was going to. I used to live about a 30 minute drive away and after I had moved I could walk to the school.
My new neighbour also happened to be in my class and I already knew her from school, we began walking to school together. We weren’t really that close beforehand but after spending nearly every day with someone you become close. It got the point we were staying over at each other’s house every Friday.
Both being teenage girls we had a couple things in common; one being we both loved watching the reality TV show that was the X Factor. Back in 2010, before X Factor turned to shit, there was a boy band girls were obsessing over. This boy band was One Direction and my neighbour was one of the fixated fangirls.
Now I enjoyed listening to One Direction and I thought a couple of them were attractive but I don’t think I would have classed myself a fangirl. But One Direction became my neighbours life, it was all she could talk about. And so I pretended to be infatuated with One Direction to stay being her friend.
I’m not saying she would have left me as a friend due to my lack of obsession to One Direction but I don’t think we would have been as close. We used to have inside jokes all about One Direction; it was what we bonded over, the foundation to our friendship. It was emotionally draining to laugh, scream and jump up and down whenever something to do with One Direction happened. But it was all part of the act.
When I had time to myself I would research on the band. Their birthdays, if they were single, where they lived and a whole bunch of other stuff. You name it I knew it. I did this because if she subtly tried to quiz me on anything I would know.
One summer though I had had enough so I decided to gradually stop liking them. People assumed it was because I had grown up and matured. We started to drift apart as friends anyway by the time we were about 15, 16 years old.
Maybe we would have still been close if I was honest? Possibly, I will never know now.