Friends.. people have so many definitions of what a friend is and what defines a best friend from just a friend, but it all wires down to the same idea. This idea is that a friend is a person who you enjoy the company of and feel yourself around.
When you start living with a friend, that’s when the dynamic changes. It’s pretty exciting to start, you can spend time together and hang out pretty much every night…almost like an extended sleep over. But after awhile, it turns into less and less time, due to obvious priorities (school, work etc.) but also simply because you don’t enjoy spending so much time together, which is completely normal. Sometimes though, it’ll reach the point in which you pretty much can’t stand to spend time together because it’s a lot of the same-shit-different-day ordeal.
On a separate, but somehow related note, I get really sick of girly bullshit. Which is funny because I love to shop every now and then, I like makeup and I do like gossiping sometimes but I think it’s the guy stuff that I can’t stand. Being in a 2yr relationship, I’m pretty prone to keeping events in my relationship between my boyfriend and I unless I look to friends for advice. I don’t come in from a date and want to spill every detail as to what happened and even on our first date I didn’t do that. Don’t get me wrong, I was excited that I met him and pretty much every date is a great one, but I just give friends a simple layout of the night if they ask and leave it at that. I keep it simple and most importantly, realistic. I don’t make it seem like that one time he said “Yeah I’d love to travel to Europe.” as an opportunity to instantly plan a dream vacation together because I also like Europe. Now I’m not saying this as a lesson to some women or anything of the like, if you want to take it as such then go ahead but it doesn’t make you an awful person for gushing to friends about guys and dates and every detail, I just simply am annoyed by the idea of it.
I also think the amount at which you gush over boys also is a factor in how much I want to listen to it. When you never told me about a guy before and now you tell me about a recent date, of course I’m gonna be excited and want to know how it went. But if you talk about a different guy every week, I’m going to stop listening.
I guess to conclude, I’m girly in almost every way, just not when it comes to talking about guys.
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