I've been pondering on this for an embarrassingly long time, so humor me please:
It seems I am a Hit-and-Run person.
What is a "hit-and-run person?" Why, it's a term I just made up. You know those people who you went to school with and got to be pretty good friends, but you went separate ways and haven't spoken since Elementary/Middle/High School/Junior year of college?
Yeah, that's me.
I had a lot of really awesome friends in Middle School (that link was for you Leia), and when I moved to Roosevelt I was devastated, to say the least. But I made some great friends in high school too. They were mostly boys.
(Maybe this is the main problem.)
Then I went to college and, as I've said before, I lived with twenty different girls. I don't think any of them hated me? I liked all of them!
At the end of my third year I started dating Slice and, as I've said before, the hometown homies shunned me.
What the? Is it Slice? Is it me? He is pretty antisocial sometimes, but I'm always happy to see or hear from old friends. Maybe I just don't make enough visible effort.
I'm not bitter anymore, promise. It just makes me wonder if we never really were as good of friends as I thought ... or ... what is everyone else doing that I am not?
How do you keep old friendships going?
Or do you?