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FALLING OUT MAYBE THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED…

Last year, I have withstood one of the ultimate tests in friendships. It never really occurred to me that such thing can actually happen, but it did and I am more or less happy of its outcome.

I came to realize that no matter what, real friends – no matter if you disagree most of the time… are there for you, who will fight for you, and who won’t just stand there and do nothing when other people are pulling you down.

Just before I came back home to Nagaland, one of my friends contacted me and asked me when I’m coming back so we can have the party. As we have started years before, our annual barkada party takes place every after Christmas, when everyone is back. I told her when I’ll be back but I didn’t tell her I’m coming to the party.

After all that has happened, I put myself out of my own misery by leaving the barkada. What transpired months before was something I cannot just forget. And I was still pretty sure that I don’t want to see one of them or maybe all of them for that matter.

My announcement of leaving the group was a bit chaotic, they won’t hear of it. And one of them, as our disagreements strained the barkada, finally decided and went on ahead, following my lead of leaving the group as well. According to her, the barkada needs me more than they need her, and that I have put the barkada all-together, making me one of its fore-founders, and all that non-sense.

It wasn’t an issue of who needs who, or anything like that at all. Each one of us is different and if ever we all got together, it is because we all share common interests, or at least we used to.

And so there I was, back home. Spent eight days with my family and no one contacted me about the party. Of course, I’m no longer part of the group but I was expecting that we all get together and for me to say my final piece. But, there wasn’t any invitation or whatever.

I got back in Manila and then I saw the pictures. They had their party alright and with her. The one who supposedly left the group. There they were, smiling and having fun like nothing happened! What the hell is wrong with these people?! I can’t believe it! I can’t help but shake my head in disbelief… everything was still the way it was… it was such a pity… and I’m actually glad I wasn’t part of it anymore. Of course I’ll miss our fun times but when are they gonna stick it to their heads or minds (if they have one) that friendship isn’t always about happy moments… friendship is about growth, maturity, and about life in general. Friendship is all about the good and the bad times. Real friends stick with you either way, and tell to your face that life isn’t all about having fun, but going through hell as well.

When are they gonna grow up? Only time will tell and only them can figure themselves out. I just hope that everything won’t backfire on them. I would just wish them well… for now…