We Used To Be Friends (Take 2)
Dear friends,
When I wrote this post almost 14 years ago, I was wring about the people I went to school and college with. As I was gearing up to start my new life in a new town, and moving on to higher education. When I thought about a take two, was one I thought about not only them, but now all the people I have left behind when leaving jobs. When they or I, have had enough and left.
The original idea for this post came to me last summer. I was thinking about the people I had met during my teacher training. I was thinking about how all of them should be on their summer break, and how most have been in the professional for two years, or have finished year one. I wondered, how did they find it, and if they are still doing it. However, like all my thoughts they don’t always amount to anything.
The reason why they don’t is, people didn’t reply to my messages. Or the people who did kept it very brief, and I wasn’t sure what I should say next, or really push them for info. In some circumstance they really made me rethinking the idea, as one thought I was trying to find out gossip about the place were they worked. When in truth, I was just doing some small talk. Which they took the wrong way, as it was fairly obvious to me when I thought about it, something not positive had taken place. It then spun me in the next idea for this post.
In a lot of the places I have left behind, I have had one or two people still their to present day. With some of them I am still am in contact A lot of the time I do ask how the old work place is, just to make conversation more than anything. I did wonder though, did a lot of the people think I’m messaging them to get the details on my previous work place? I mean didn’t we used to be friends?
In my head I still think about some these people as my friends. The people I used to talk to, get on well with, have lunches with. Just because we don’t work wither each other anymore, why does any of that have to change? We got on for a reason. I know we don’t see each other every day, but me asking how you’re doing isn’t only a pleasantry for me.
Since a lot of the places I’ve worked, arent establishments that I can’t just walk into and say, hey. So when I have a though to do a check in, it just checking how the person is doing. Since a lot of the places arent all local places, the chances of running into people are slim, so how else am I am meant to ask? Whereas, still living in the same area I went to school and college in, I see a few people in frequently. So I can ask how they are doing etc. In some very rare cases, they tell my mum.
I sometimes think some people think and act with idea of out of site out of me mind. Where as for me, any time there could be a something that jogs my memory of a time and place. As I times goes by I remember more of the people I worked with, and the odd situations I have gotten into at work. It’s just a shame when I reach out to people they either ignore me, see me as an inconvenience. Which is a shame, but there’s not much I can do about it.
If you are one of these people who I speak to irregularly, I’m not doing it because I don’t care. I’m just someone who forgets to message people. The times I do, I feel like I am doing something wrong with some of the reception I get; as some have block me, don’t know why. I’m just someone who every now and them wonders how the people I’ve met in my life are doing. I’d like to think it’s a quite natural wondering, but what can I say, I am weird.
If we used to be friends, hit me on here or my socials. I would love to hear how you’re doing. If you are now thinking about people you used to be friendly with, reach out, and hope you have a better time with it than me.
Xo FabEs
