I Prefer Friends of a Mind
One whole semester has passed since my friends and I packed up our own packages and headed for different dreams last summer. Now summer has come the same way as it`s always been, with the same tormenting examination but we, a group of friends who shared the same experiences, interests, joys and pains, are no longer the same. Never will I forget those good old days the crowds of guys rushing to the snack bar, devouring the delicacies while all crying to pay; their touching smile in the glow of the setting sun when we took our routine walk; the whisper and snicker of us when talking about the girls in our class but I am not so desperately longing to meet them as months ago, simply because we all have CHANGED. No longer can I find the once familiar topics, behavior, hobbies and everything in my memory about them, so no longer can I find my once dear friends.
Friends are more than several passionate souls staying close,doing things jointly and sharing common viewpoints. They must be genuine and unselfish towards each other.
Can we be genuine and faithful to friends who are not like us? I don`t think so. I don`t know what to talk about with them. When we start a conversation, which is destined to be a painful one, we all have to disguise our true selves as seemingly similar ones, so as to carry on with the topic that interests none of us. One or two conversations like this are acceptable, but no
Perhaps, some people prefer friends who are sharply different from themselves to feel different attitudes towards life. But I am not the kind of person who would feel at ease with anyone or who could not wait a minute to inform others what he did just a second ago. I dream of