Quantity vs. Quality

I think my problem is my constant need for quantity over quality, especially when it comes to friendships.

It’s been the last few months where I’ve started to realize the importance of having quality friends over quantity. I have a few very dear friends that I try to spend time with whenever I have a chance. And I have a handful of friends that I don’t have to see all the time, but when we do hang out it’s like nothing has changed. And then I have “friends” who I have thought were my friends, but over time have proved me wrong. I’ve given these friends multiple chances, but no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, we will never be friends. And then I have my work friends who I eat lunch with and maybe every couple months we go out for a drink.

The hardest part is letting go of the ones that just don’t care. You have memories with them that only bring back smiles, but sometimes those memories are meant to be just memories and nothing more. It’s like a break up. You have to move on, otherwise those feelings will never go away. Do you delete these friends from facebook, like you would an ex? Because it hurts just as much to see pictures of them together when you are no longer invovled. Do you remove them from your phone? Because it’s not like you ever talk to them anymore. Do you block them from BBM? Because their statues remind you that you are no longer part of that group. Or do you suck it up and ignore it?

I love the close friends I have, and I’ve come to realize that it’s those friendships that really matter.

It’s strange, but finding good friends is like finding the right guy. You go through some bad ones to find the good ones and sometimes you end up with the friends that were there from the beginning.



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2 responses to “Quantity vs. Quality

  1. I totally feel you on this. I’ve had to let go of a few friends in the past year, and at first it was really painful to see them (on Facebook, etc) continuing to be friends to each other and seeming to have so much fun – without me. I would wonder if I should call them or reach out. But then I just let it go. If they wanted to be my friend, they would be. I did my part. It’s their turn. And in the meantime, I’m building new friendships and meeting new people. I’m happy. I hope they are happy too. I miss them, but life goes on. It is sort of like a break up.

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