“Friends”: Things I wish I would have known when I was fifteen.

When I was young, I wasn’t necessarily a deviant, I just didn’t worry about how my choices might affect me down the road.  I was a very “caught in the moment” kind of gal.  For example (and please don’t try this at home): The exhilaration of standing up in the bed of truck while it’s going sixty miles-per-hour down the road.  It’s almost like flying, until you swallow a bug at that speed.  (Note-to-self: Keep mouth closed next time.)  Wait!  What I mean…is never, ever do that.  It’s dangerous.  At least, that is what my best friend in high school would have said.  I swear she single-handily kept me from doing things I know I would regret now.  Levelheaded and smart, it’s a miracle she put up with such a strong-willed drama-queen, as I have been known to be.  Yet, I’ll be forever grateful.  I traversed the lovely distraction of boys, parties, high school sporting events, and dances with ease.  All because of her, ‘Ah-hem, let’s think about this first,’ kind of attitude. 

Having friends is something we all need.  But not just any friend should do.  Surround yourself with people who will challenge you to better yourself.  Who are proud and excited when you succeed.  Who always speak positively about themselves and others.  “But how will I find such a person,” you ask.  Start by being that kind of friend yourself.  This alone will attract these types of people to you. 

Everyone wants to feel love and acceptance for who they are.  Acceptance should be the corner stone of a great friendship.  Demeaning, negative remarks have no place at all.  Take a moment to do an inventory of friends.  Those who tear-you-down or pressure you to do things just so you’ll supposedly fit in, get rid of.  Trust me, you won’t miss the baggage.  And you’ll be far better off in the end.

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About janelleevans

I'm a sleep deprived mother of three. I create young adult novels from the voices in my head.
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