School Daze

I’ve been living in Wales for almost 6 years (as of 23 December).  In that time I have had regular contact with family, been up a few times to see them but the one thing I feel let down by is people I considered as really good friends in school don’t bother and haven’t done in such a while – idle placeholders among my Facebook friends list.

If I do hear from them it’s usually because they want something.

Ironically, the people I didn’t get on with in school and in some cases ostracised have turned out to be better friends than those I revered in my youth.

It’s a sad state of affairs that even a simple “Hey how’s things?” can’t even be uttered just out of pleasantness.

As a result, I feel a cull is looming.

It doesn’t take much to be sociable but I guess having decent friends is too much to ask for.

In the short amount of time I have made more friends and developed stronger bonds with people here in Wales than I have back home.  As I always revert to thinking: fuck ’em.