Twenties: Sinking (friend)ships.

Starting to find friends distasteful is a hard topic. You don’t realise it for a while, either through blind ignorance or because you don’t want to see the issues.

Comments will start to eat away at you, slowly like dry rot. And it’s a real shame because if you could see what’s happening you may or may not choose to consciously take further preventative measures.

The way to address the situation in my not so humble or experienced opinion is to quickly set boundaries and address hopefully what is bothering the pair of you. The sooner you catch it the quicker one would hope it disappears. They don’t have to be big things, they could be throw away comments or bad habits on both your parts. I am by no means glorifying my own behaviours. I can be thoughtless, slow, cruel, crude, unkind, mean, say without thinking. I can be a bad person. For me this comes from what I believe is a place of not setting boundaries. I struggle to say no to my own emotions in my head and outside my head. I struggle to differentiate good choices from bad and then end up making neither.

I’m sorry to others I hurt from this process it’s not personal. I’m trying to be nicer, better and kinder (to me and others included). Sometimes accepting friendships will come and go and grace periods of your life is much better than trying to save sinking ships which pass in the night.