Flawed Friendship

In not-so-breaking news, my problematic friend has been quite problematic lately. Naturally, my response is to extrapolate and over-analyze the situation until reaching a consensus to do absolutely nothing about it.

Call me predictable, and I’ll tell you I’m dependable.

If you want a little backstory on my problematic friend, read this post, or this one, and definitely this one. The basic story is that I have a friend (a best friend actually) who is very, very different from me in nearly everything. Where I’m logical, she’s emotional. Where I’m focused, she’s easily distractible. And where I hold grudges, she readily gives second chances. Most of the time, we balance each other out to give a perfect friendship harmony. But every so often I realize how different our priorities, values, and dreams are and wonder how many more years we have until we implode.

Lately, I’ve been justifying or attributing every decision of mine to the fact that I’m a nursing student. I probably come across as a huge nerd, but school is just so consuming that it leaves little time for much else. From the moment I wake up to the minute I fall asleep, I’ll have read nearly 100 pages, typed up 15, and written 10. I have four calendars that I plan my life on and each day I’m working towards a deadline. I dedicate countless hours to my degree, and I love every second of it.

My friend is working towards a degree in political science. She has high hopes of one day becoming a lawyer, but before then would like to try and be a paralegal. What bothers me is how little time she dedicates towards the career she so desperately wants. Rather than going to class and doing the assigned readings, she stays home to watch TV. When she receives lower grades than she’d like, she attributes it to the professor or the marker, rather than her unstable work ethic.

Her priorities begin and end with boys and dating. She’s not satisfied until she’s got at least three options lined up, and spends the majority of her time texting them. Now don’t get me wrong, I love boys. It’s sad really how much often I’m (shamelessly) checking them out in public. If she was actually going on dates, I think it would seem like less of a waste of time. Instead, she’s glued to screen wasting hours on composing a clever response or perfecting a selfie. I cringe just typing the word selfie.

I feel terribly judgmental for making these claims but I’m trying to organize my thoughts and feelings as best as I can. My generation is run by tweets and likes and it’s absolutely maddening. It’s not that I believe social media will bring about the apocalypse, but I really do fear for the critical thinking skills and mental ability of those who base their time around creating an image that isn’t genuine.

Am I wrong for not finding the things that people my age find interesting? Am I close-minded for believing that when you’re paying thousands of dollars on an education you should actually go to class? Am I secretly a middle aged person trapped in the body of a 19 year old?!

My friend and I are quite different, but most of the time it doesn’t matter. If she’s able to continue to respect my decisions as I respect hers, I’m sure we’ll be able to coexist peacefully for a while.

On a scale of 1 to 10 how pretentious do I actually sound right now?

Here’s to feeling like a 10, and totally not in a good way.

– S.

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3 thoughts on “Flawed Friendship

  1. To be honest I find it frustrating living in the generation of selfies, social media, and butchered English. It’s like I was born in the wrong generation! So we completely coincide on that note lol. And I don’t think you’re wrong or close minded in these matters. In fact I’ve met many people (mostly older lol) that think society is playing a game of “who has what” materialistically rather than “who has what” intellectually. I’m glad I found someone that’s the same age as me that feels the same way! Otherwise I feel too old even around those my age.

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