We’ve all experienced it at some point or other. That moment when you try to connect with someone and they are too busy to meet up. A few days later you notice their social media newsfeed is full of selfies at cafes holding cups of coffee or they check in somewhere fabulous every other day for a myriad of reasons. It leaves you pondering how important you are to them?
In actual fact, they aren’t busy at all. They just don’t give a flying fuck for spending any time at all with you. I’m busy is the universal language for “fuck off and stop bothering me.”
I found this out over the past twelve months whilst attempting to reconnect with some old friends from many moons ago. In some cases, it had been a good 15 years since I had seen some of the old crew. Initially, it was fab as we exchanged messages and calls deciphering the “lost years” as we made promises to meet up. Thankfully, a few people did find the time to meet up however, despite repeated attempts, others were always “busy” and would like to catch up soon. In all honesty, I’d rather they had just been honest from the get go and said it loud and proud that they were not Interested in catching up. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always work that way.
Life is constantly throwing up lessons and learning curves. Once we stop learning, we stop living. The one great lesson that the past twelve months has taught me is this. Some friendships and memories are best left in the past where they belong.