I'm at the library, about ten minutes to go before I make the jump for a careers session at 1pm. Tis my life right now... lectures, tutorials, career sessions (to kick off this 'career' of mine) and such. Amongst that is of course late night catch ups with the best friend amy and pius.
Amy and I got talking last night, and realised how particular relationships in our lives, friendships, are fading. It's not just happening to me, and her, but those around us too. I suppose the whole thing is cyclical, and unstoppable. As we grow older, we grow out of the relationships we forged nearly a decade ago, and so it goes. Of course, I hope mine and her stays for some time. I really treasure that girl, I do.
So it got me thinking about meaningful relationships. As in, I can count on one hand the meaningful relationships I have right now. Kung Kung, Popo, you, Amy and Pius. You five are the people I can really genuinely have good conversations with, and to me, that's all that matters, you know? Of course, it gets me thinking that perhaps I shouldn't spend so much time on the friendships that are rather superficial, hi-bye like. But then, I feel bad... but then again, I'm really not being fair on them if I keep this up, right?
Talked to mum about this meaningful relationships deal last night, and she just didn't get it. Said I was expecting too much out of my relationships, and went on to say things that didn't even coherently relate to what I was saying. I'm trying to build a bond with her, but times like this, it reminds me why I haven't in the past. A deep, meaningful relationship with my mother someday would be nice.