Hey Arnold.

Last week, me and some friends had a heated conversation over drinks, shouting out the names of television programs we remember from when we were little. People walking past must of been pretty scared at a table of 19 year-olds shouting 'Heeeeyy Arnoldddd!!'. It was nostalgic, to say the least. I don't want to be cliche' and ramble on about how things were so much simpler when I was younger, because that's pretty obvious, I mean, I wasn't doing a degree when I was three.
However, recently, I've seemed to mourn the loss of some of the simplicities that came with my early teenage years. I've made some absolutely amazing friends at University, don't get me wrong. Sometimes, I wish I just had some of my old friends back. Growing up is such a precious time, I wish the people I shared it with were still here to remind me of the times when we used to stuff our bras, or make face masks out of the contents a fruit bowl.
Friendships are so much scarier now, there's a lot more effort involved, and it's more difficult to keep friends. Ten years ago, all I had to do was say to someone 'Hi I'm Jess, be my best friend?', and it was done, the wierdo with the massive hair and flowery leggings, chewing on playdough finally had a friend. But now, if I ate playdough in front of anyone, it wouldn't go down very well (excuse the pun).
It seems, the older I am, the easier it is for friends to break my heart, my relationships with friends have become increasingly more important, more sensitive, and more fragile, but ultimately, much better. I've never been one to have a lot of friends, preferring to have a few close friends I intend to have forever, to walk to Bingo with when I'm 80. But thinking about it, there's a handful of those I've considered to be good friends who have drifted away from me, and that's more heartbreaking than anything, even realising you have no playdough left because you've eaten it all.