My lunch table made a shocking discovery today. At the beginning of Freshman year, we sat at one of those long tables. There were so many of us and we always fought for the seats at the end. That way we could talk to the most people as there would be those who would pull up chairs around the sides creating a circular effect. By Sophomore year, we still sat at one of those long tables but our numbers had dwindled. There weren’t as many of us and we didn’t have to fight for the ends anymore. By my Junior year, we moved to a round table just managing to fit everyone but adding a few extra chairs. However, as second semester came our numbers were still dwindling. Then by senior year, we had enough chairs for everyone. By second semester, we had extra chairs.
Then today, someone mentioned jokingly how we had no friends. But we came to realize that they weren’t joking. It’s not like our old friends made new friends. They were still friends with all the people used to be friends with, but they weren’t our friends anymore. There’s this group of people who used to sit at our lunch table, a group of people who used to be our friends, who don’t like us anymore. We all have our other friends, the ones we know well but not well enough that we would go sit with them at lunch. We have each other and count on each other. But the funny part is, none of us care that our old friends don’t like us. We accepted it as a part of life…
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