Friendships are overrated part 1- Zoey McGowan- 8/11

 Here’s the thing, friendships at some points come to an end. I and many others can testify the truth of this. This is in one way me calling anyone out, but I think it’s an interesting topic to talk about. So let’s start from the beginning. When we were younger the one thing we were told not to do was talk to strangers. Back then it made sense, but now that I realize that’s what we all were into each other. As kids we see it differently, for obvious reasons. It used to be so easy to walk up to someone on the playground and just become instant friends. You would play with them everyday, because back then it didn’t matter what they looked like or who they were. We were all just kids trying to have fun. But eventually we had to grow up to that weird transitioning phase of life. By this point everyone has their labels. You all know we started labeling people even in middle school. It was beginning to turn into more of a competition than actually anything real. I mean it’s such a weird time, trying to figure out who we are while also juggling the fact that we didn’t know if a certain person was going to talk to us the next day or not. I mean by sixth grade everyone was switching friends so much it was hard to tell who liked who. Not to mention the fact that those stupid labels always came back to bit you in the butt. By the time I was in third grade I felt like my only personality trait was that I like reading books. You could ask anyone there someone about me and one of the first things would be “she liked to read”. They weren’t wrong but sometimes I felt bad by just being that girl. I remember we had to do this project once were you would write something nice about each of your classmates and at the end of the year out teacher would hand us a piece of paper with our name in the middle and everything people said about us on the outside. I bet you can guess what was on mine. Bonus points if you called it from the beginning. But this blog is not about me being labeled a bookworm, it’s just the labels in general. By seventh grade I felt abandoned. It was like every year people would get close over the summer. I would know someone in the very beginning and by the next school year they were a completely different person and I was still just the same. I am way above the word limit so I’ll be splitting it up into two parts. :)