You just have to burn some
I was at a party this weekend. There was our usual circle of friends, and some family members of the host. They were really a good lot. There was the eating, the singing, the exchange of stories and ideas. Truly a blessing.In the course of the event, more visitors came. One of them was a classmate in highschool. After exchanging pleasantries, he was ranting about other batchmates not stopping even to say hi when he meets them randomly in Makati. There was one time that he was in a train station that he saw one of them - after ignoring him once, he tries again, in an excuse, says "he's busy" but they're in the middle of the train station.
[ poor guy, highschool is over. did you really think everyone has to be nice althoughout life? ]
I didn't comment that much, just a short "that's the way it is" phrase. I wasn't in the mood to debate. When our old friend was out of earshot, the circle nodded in agreement - we decided to sever ties with people who couldn't get past "hi". Nothing more. Not that we were mean, but it was just that highschool was so jaded.
In the evening I was discussing with another friend the events of the day. It dawned upon us then that this year was the 10th year anniversary of our highschool "departure". And I'm wondering why of all the batches in all these years, we were the only batch who didn't bother to throw a party in the school during the "allotted time" for the sponsoring alumni group. And guess what - that moment, that time -- will never happen again.
The answer's really simple.
[ The true colors have finally shown. We didn't really give a shit about each other (everyone in general). We just handpicked our friends, then we just needed to graduate. ]
[ When I think of it, my inner circle of friends are the last surviving group from highschool. No other barkada other than ours is known to be intact. And we are as solid as friends-till-death ]
posted by Urban Warrior @ 8:36 AM
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