I live in LA.
Most of my life I’ve lived in cities.
Most of my life, I’ve been blessed to find at least one person who I connected with. One person I could rely on and trust. And it’s completed me and grounded me. It’s propelled me towards more materialistic and artistic goals. It’s kept me happy.
But LA is weird. Though I connect with more people than ever on a daily basis, it feels like I’m constantly running into all these walls. Walls of defense people build for safety from the big bad city. Somehow, somewhere, between making a living and being famous, people seem to have lost a sense of humanity. Lets not even get into ethics. *Eyeroll*
I’m still luckier than many. I have people that care about me and I about them. It’s more push and pull than before, though. Perhaps its vigilance. Perhaps it’s mistrust. Perhaps it’s experience. But it’s like being constantly on your toes to make sure that you don’t lose out on their friendship and support. There’s also a lot of drama and confrontations involved. A lot.
A whole bunch of a lot.
Sometimes I feel like I’m on the set of Gossip Girl. There’s always some situation that gets complicated. There’s always some explanation to give. There’s always someone on a vendetta. There’s always someone who cries.
Maybe I’m ranting. Overanalyzing, maybe.
But, I wonder if more people feel like that about friendship as they grow. Share if you like! I’m listening…
Thanks for reading! Ciao for now! ❤