Don't get me wrong - I love observing other people's drama and I am a sucker for watching any
Housewives iteration or anything involving mafia princesses or native New Jerseyans (New Jerseyites - none of these sound right), but in my real life I keep it simple. When I used to live in California, I hated life and there was so much drama involved. Drama at work, drama with boys, drama in the apartment - it was unhealthy and annoying. Upon my return, I resolved that there would be no more drama in my life if I could help it. I would cut out those things that annoyed me and I've been very good about it. I don't interface with people I don't like any more than I have to. I have settled into a new routine and I'm dating a new guy that makes me insanely happy and my friendships are going really well out here. Life is pleasant. So of course, that means that a fresh infusion of drama has to get heaped into my lap by someone I've known for over half my life and consider to be one of my closest friends. I don't like it. I don't like it at all.
This whole ordeal is causing me to look at friendships in a completely different light. One of the things I find the hardest about aging is the change in the way you relate to people that you've known forever and the way friendships evolve. You think that things will be simple, but they're not. People grow and change, they move across the country, they go to grad/med/law school, they get married, they have babies - shit happens.
Life happens. Things are not what they once were and it's hard to make heads or tails of it. Let's just say this. I feel like I'm being unfairly punished for the natural evolution of a friendship and I also feel like I'm being held to a standard of behavior that I haven't seen from the person critiquing my friendship skills. I'm not happy about it.
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