Certain events have made me think about my past, how friendships have built and how some have faded.
I have a handful of college buddies that I still keep in touch with. The majority of them now know that I’m gay because of a drunken conversation that has gone awry (I wasn’t even there). Many of those who were have handled the news pretty well. Of course some forgot to send Christmas cards, while others have curiously called to ask when it was that I “found out that I was gay”. One girl (who I only talked to at parties or when I bumped into her on campus) had the audacity to ask why I didn’t tell her because we were “oh so good friends”. I hadn’t heard from her after I had graduated until the moment she heard I was gay.
I’ve spent many nights wondering if these same people would have been my friends had they known back then. Are some of them staying around because they feel obligated to or because they would feel awkward bowing out now? All I know is that a few of them still speak to me in the same manner, still call me just to say hello and ask only pertinent questions about how my life is going. These are the same friends I remember having from the first time we met so many years ago.