It’s a tRiP

A moment of memory turns into a moments of lessons, analyzing and thinking. It’s almost like the older I’ve gotten not only as my circle of friends gotten smaller. But, the ones I do have around just seem insincere in their interactions with me. It’s like the more we change and better ourselves the farther apart we grow. We no longer laugh at the same things, see things the same way or express ourselves the same. It became more of a force interaction and fake smiling and laughing just to get through it. At times I feel at a place as if they don’t understand me, and it’s worse when they judge me with their eyes, look you up and down and show you why the friendship as expired. And all I can think of is how inconvenient to be friends of convenience.