25 November 2013, Philippines
It’s a long time coming, but recently I realised which set of old friends are real, and which ones have fizzled out into nothing more than Facebook updates.
After a couple of hours with my friends from highschool, chatting until almost midnight over Jollibee chicken joy and ube ice cream, I admitted to myself that I prefer their company over others.
With them, conversations go from zero to ‘my husband’s married to another woman’ in less than five seconds. No small talk, no chit chats, not even warm ups. It’s straight to the core of the matters that shake our lives.
The best thing about it is that there are no judgments. There are no raised eyebrows. No shaking of the head. Conversations are honest but loving, criticisms might be there but they are constructive. There is support, love, and jokes that crack us up for ages.
And all these without alcohol too – although food is always necessary.
When they finally left, I was exhausted. My voice was getting hoarse from all the talk and laughter. I collapsed on the bed but unable to sleep. I kept thinking wouldn’t it be great to have friends like these all the time?
When I leave to go back to Australia in several weeks, I know I will find myself reassessing the friendships I’ve made there. Even now, writing this, I can’t help but think if I have friendships as solid and remarkable as this where I live.
I know I do now. I may not have had them before, but they are there now. My new friendships may not be as old as my old friends from highschool but they are just as real. I think what I’ve learned from my insane group of pangits is that friendships aren’t worth having if you can’t go past talking about the weather.