Conversations these days:
Old friend: Renee, hi!
Me: Sup fam, how’s it going?
Old friend: I’m good. It’s been a minute, why the silence?
Me: I’ve been busy no lie, but the same can be said for you. What’s happening?
Old friend: I’ve been hustling here and there. Working part time and hanging out with our friends. I’m in Nai some weekends, we should link up.
Me: Sure thing, next time you come through just let me know! How often do you come? I wouldn’t want you to come when I’ve got exams cause then I won’t see you.
Old friend: I’ll plan and let you know. But in all honesty I think I have the right to say I’m busier than you. Kwani how does uni take up most of your time?
*I mentally go quiet for two seconds and try think of a less offensive response than I had intended to reply with*
Me: Haha! I wish you knew. I’ve got classes and some extracurricular activities take up my time.
Old friend: extracurricular? Ati now clubs take up your time in uni?
*Inhale, count to ten, exhale at this point*
Me: yeh! Some of these clubs are serious man. You get dope deals and some sexy cv if you work for one.
Old friend: psht, that’s why I’m working. At this rate I don’t think I’ll even join uni.
Me: whatever makes you happy fam.
Old friend: Now what kind of response is that? Ever since you moved, you’ve really changed btw.
*What the two face flying fuck? At this point I stop replying and go keep up with the ‘change’ that is occurring as though it is laced with blasphemy*
Old friend: Renee, you went quiet on me.
Me: Lol, I did tell you I get busy.
Old friend: nah, your old friends just aren’t good enough for you anymore.
Me: How have you come to that conclusion all on your own?
*Note the sarcasm*
Old friend: I see your posts and the new friends you keep fawning over. You’ve forgotten the ones who’ve been there for you.
*Tries not to mentally slap this human and give up on this conversation.*
Me: If I’ve forgotten you then how come we’re still talking?
Old friend: We only talk because I look for you.
Me: And the times I call you?
Old friend: Bottom line is, this distance is your fault.
*I mentally move to Mars and hope I find an alien species that will take me in as their own and love me forever.*
Me: Okay then babe, I’ll try harder and up my game at our conversations okay?
Old friend: Now you will only do it because I complained and it won’t be real. So what’s the point? SMH
Me: First of all your sorry ass has been stuck there too long you don’t know what the outside of high school looks like… (Wait, delete Renee, delete this)
Me: (2nd try) bitch come again? They why in heaven would you even bring this up and was I this immature too? (Again Renee, delete, delete!)
Me: Fam, mad respect and all, but if you honestly feel like this is a problem, the aim is to work at it to make things better. I’m still the same old friend and I’ll still be here if you want to talk and meet up. But if you don’t then be real, we’re to grown for me to try keep up with these blame games.
*Yes Renee! This is a valid enough answer, it’s not hate speech so you won’t go to jail, good Job!*
Old friend: Aki Renee, mimi! That’s all you have to say? Kumbe she was right when she said you’ve changed and have an attitude now. You’ll look for me again, ngoja tu!
Me: Sleep well babe. :*
*Smiles, I’ve lost a friend, but gained freedom*
Point is, when did we decide change is a bad thing? What good is there in the constant hues of monochrome found in the systematic cycles we have developed? Why would you hate me for making my own choices and loving something else from what multitudes of people pretend to like? Why would you force me to be like you? Why do you force normalcy and shun uniqueness?
Learn to let go and see what stays. Don’t fight what you can’t control. Love fiercely because this all ends. Live and let live.
Live and let live.