Old friend, why don’t I want to meet you?

If you want to list a few things that I least want to do in my life, one must be "to meet old friends." Of course, the reality is that old friends have never met before.

1

The concept of "friends" began to appear in my life because I encountered "big black" in the middle of the country.

He transferred from the regular class to our improvement class. The score is not good. I think it should be because there is a relationship in the family, so I have never had a good impression on him. But one thing to thank him, since he came to our class, I am no longer the darkest person in the class. Because of the black skin characteristics, classmates also gave us the nickname, he called "big black", my name is "two black."

I am the kind of person who has been nailed to the seat forever. He is dull and will not take the initiative. Therefore, he has been mixed with his classmates for a long time, not to mention any friends.

In the days of class, Big Black suddenly ran hard to be darker than me. He is highly myopic and his eyes are small. I kept smirking and pointing at me to explain that I was blacker than him, and I was joking about finding things.

I am more introverted, I don't care much about him. He doesn't seem to feel embarrassed. I was very surprised that I was not angry, but I thought he was very fun.

So the two people knew each other inexplicably, and inexplicably became the best friend who was obedient and observed whether the other party was black.

When I was in the middle of the country, I especially liked to watch fantasy novels, or the pit that I brought into the big black. At that time, there was a fantasy magazine out of one book a week. We bought it once and exchanged it. I often show him the novel of "creation". He often guesses the ending of the lame story I wrote, and then ridiculously laughs.

At that time, my emotional intelligence had not developed much. I was very self-centered in my life. I didn’t know what it was called, so I often had conflicts with my classmates. Big black is rather humorous, and the temper is warm and very popular. Once I didn't know that I had a cold war with a classmate in the class for a few times, and I couldn't look good with each other. The big black quietly stuffed a "Humanity Weakness" written by Carnegie in my desk, leaving a note: "Look This book, learn how to be a man, and then quarrel with people." He rarely expresses emotions directly, and cares about me in a very low-key and euphemistic way.

Later, I asked him, obviously not familiar at all, why did I run to "be black" with me. He said that because he looked at me at the same table, and he was too embarrassed to take the initiative to talk with the girls he liked, so I took the sound of the East...

2

When I was in the middle, I went to the provincial capital far away, and Dahe stayed in the city. At that time, it was still popular to write a classmate, and I wrote to him "Do not forget me, often contact." Seriously signed a signature that he had practiced for a long time.

I just didn't expect that our later conversations ended with "normal contact", but the number of contacts was actually very few.

The intersection with the big black is getting smaller and smaller, and the feeling of being able to feel the same is getting less and less. We talked about our new life on the phone, trying to portray the time that we have never experienced together, but we want each other to feel the same feelings as ourselves. There are also other people who can share, and there are fewer and fewer calls, and occasional newsletters are also inseparable from a few fixed sentences.

Going home during the high winter vacation, and going to the old campus in the country. He asked me if he was in high school and didn't like to talk to others as before. I didn't know what to say for a moment, and smiled and replied: Of course it is still the same, and the personality is so easy to change.

In fact, after I was in high school, I became very active. The character of the extreme self has also changed a lot. It may be thanks to the chicken soup books that teach me how to deal with people. But I don't know how to show me in front of this old friend that is different from his impression. We are used to what the other party used to be, but we are no longer the way we used to be.

When I went to college, I went to Xiamen, and Dahe went to Hebei, looking north and south, and further apart. I met several times during the holidays and I was dissipating nothing.

I still value this old friend. However, the geographical distance is farther away, and ultimately there is no distance in our hearts.

3

When the relationship between two good friends is deep enough, it is possible to make all the "interpersonal communication" theories no longer valid.

I have never had to praise you before you, because you must know that our friendship does not need to be swayed. Every accusation and criticism of my words is to awaken you, give comfort, point to the direction, and come from the heart.

We can turn any little thing into a conversation about two hours, never feel embarrassed; you can stay together and say nothing, don’t feel embarrassed. When you are with you, no matter which state is comfortable, you don't need to be deliberate and don't need to be perfunctory.

In front of others, I am fully armed and careful everywhere. In front of you, I unload my heart and I am not afraid of it.

However, it is precisely because we used to know each other too much, but now we don't know anything about your circle. This kind of gap makes us get more and more deliberate.

Deliberately contact, deliberately go to the topic, and even deliberately care. We all know that the feelings of the friends before can not be found back, only the only remaining memories have supported the occasional contact and chilling.

We get along with people we are not familiar with and need to “handle” from time to time. Try hard to find a topic, open some jokes to prevent the atmosphere from freezing, even if you feel it is just awkward, there will be no other feelings. But once we get along with old friends and start to need to cope, the kind of embarrassment that brings us is more uncomfortable.

Therefore, I am more and more reluctant to meet old friends. I am not willing to give up the feelings of old friends, but I don't want to face a group of the most familiar faces, but my heart is full of things. We must learn to accept, and some people are destined to accompany us to complete one of our lives. Even if the friendship that has promised to last forever is gradually faded, as long as the memories are still moving, it is enough to be thankful.

Thanks to every friend who has appeared in my life, I have never forgotten the beauty that was so beautiful because of you. I hope that when you want to cry, there will be comfort. When you want to laugh, everyone will share it. When you want to drink, you will be accompanied.

Even if that person is no longer me, I am willing to raise a glass for you in the distance you can't see.