It has occurred to me recently that young people in Toronto, and perhaps in any large North American metropolis, take life too seriously and spend too much time worrying over the things that really aren't all that important in the grand scheme of things and fail to pay attention to the things that really matter, like friends.
This week myself and three good friends have been trying to arrange an evening or afternoon for us all to get together before one of my very bestest friends in the entire universe goes away for a month... her vacation (though I'm excited for her) has me feeling less than excited for the next 31 days during which I don't know what I will do to keep myself entertained. But that's another point, for another entry.
Today I am just fed up with the fact that we can't even coordinate our not-so-busy schedules enough to arrange a meeting. This wouldn't frustrate me so much except that it has happened a number of times recently with other friends. Friends who, while I was unemployed, were unable to find ONE HOUR to meet me for coffee. Friends who say they want to see me and that we have to catch up, and while I was unemployed had all the time in the world for them and just waited for a place and time to meet them. Friends who call me after not having done so for ages and have the audacity to ask "where have you been?" WHERE HAVE I BEEN? I've been waiting around for you to tell me when you're free to see me for an hour.
I'm not angry, I'm just a bit disappointed that supposed friends can't make time for each other. I'm realising as I get older how important friends are. I look at my parents and see how happy they are when they are with friends, and I want to know that I will always have my friends. That no matter what happens in our lives we will always find a way to make time for each other - it really shouldn't be that hard!
Now that I have a job, a job that requires me to work some evenings and weekends, it seems that all of my friends are suddenly available and dying to see me. So, as a result of my job (which is still in its early, unpredictable stages) I look like the one who doesn't have time, who can't move things around to make time, who is a bad friend unwilling to commit to a plan with friends because work comes first. Well, work doesn't come first for me but at this point in time, yes there are some days that I can't get together because I have a job and therefore have to work... imagine that.
It shouldn't be this hard for four friends to get together at some point during a week. It really shouldn't be, but sadly it is.
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Aw, hon. Many, many hugs to you!!
We just think we're busy. We put priority on things that don't matter and then wonder where all our time goes. We keep ourselves distracted from the intimacy of connection and then feel frantic when no one is around when we actually have some time to spare. We are a tentative generation, not being able to commit to even a time and place for coffee.
What are we waiting for? There is only now.
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