Sometimes a friend grows apart and it is just the way it is, but it is sad nonetheless.

A shock to me was that for some reason, despite me not be nice enough or good enough or whatever, is that I do have friends. My mother was shocked and would tell me she was not sure why people were my friends because I did not do it correctly. But still, while there is no accounting for some taste, some people seem to choose to interact with me. Sometimes I think about a couple of friends I have who I like and enjoy spending time with but they are completely untrustworthy. So as long as all I expect from them is that when we are together it will be fun, I am fine. But if I try to make future plans or expect them to show up at a specific time or count on the doing anything they said they would do-I would be pissed all the time. So with them I had to decide whether staying friends with them based on what I got versus what they could simply not do was worth it. For some it is yes, and others, no. As long as I accept it for what it is, I am fine. They are not the people I call on in times of difficulty.

That rambling of mine may not be as clearly connected as I had hoped. I will amend if I can figure it out.