I think.
Over the years, my friends and I have tried giving a name, a label, to the barkada that has been formed since we were in high school, tempered by dreary academic woes as assumed-to-be-diligent students back then, brought together by the same carefree spirit we still possess almost a decade hence. But these have all been futile attempts. Frustrating as it is, there doesn't seem to be a perfect way to call this group.
Last Saturday, I thought over shots and the ruckus from the videoke, these very same friends and I would discuss about serious things in our young-adult lives. After all, most of us are to graduate/have graduated already, while a couple have started on their careers. But another sleep-over with them and I have come to a conclusion: Hindi talaga matured ang barkada na 'to.
On the down side, we'd grow up individually or maybe alongside different sets of friends. On the plus side, we will always remind one another of the children we all are inside. I mean, we could turn to this barkada and be unpretentious of what we really are--we don't have to put on a facade of maturity, and seriousness and responsibleness. We could be petty and kid-like and still laugh at age-old jokes.
I wish we could be both, though. Somehow, I want to be there when they decide on the paths to take at the corssroads of their lives. I want to listen to their anxieties and heartbreaks. And I want them to be there for me, too. In conclusion, though, it's not a perfect company, we don't get to see each other often. We have other sets of friends, I might even think what holds us together is superficial. But it's a friendship I intend to keep.
After all, sa kanila (pa) lang ako willing magpaka-wagas. Haha.
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