Show me your friends, and I'll tell you who you are!!! When we moved to the island of St Maarten, most of us didn't know what to expect. Will I make it there? Will I fit in? It was like being a teenager over again.
I left everything behind. Moved to this island. And as I was eager to embark on this soon-to-be rocky ride (which I didn't know at the time) I have to admit that nothing else crossed my mind. I was busy obsessing about my future courses and professors. So it's hard to imagine how things turned out. Within weeks I had a handful of close girlfriends. I was hanging out, invited to dinners and had a buzzing skype.
It felt nice not to study all the time. To have someone to eat with. Swap outfits. Have girl talk. Someone to even help you through the drama. Yeah, we girls tend to have drama. And that's the way we're wired!
So naturally, we had the Serena's and Blair Waldorf's. Best friends. Yet rivals! Who thrived off each other; couldn't be without the other. Girls who fought then laughed. Hurt each other then somehow managed to mend one another. It sounds so pathological, but isn't this life???
Med school was no different in the adult playground. The same old players... with the same old needs. Dying to be accepted.
We may never understand what drives human feelings. Maybe that's why they're still here. We all want to be loved by someone. Sometimes we're picky- we want our friends to be the cutest. Or the richest. The smartest. And often we're not picky at all. Bottom line is those needs have to be met, and while we set out doing that the people we choose tend to reflect who we are. Show me your friends and I'll tell you who you are.
B EZ Breezy, My Covergirls...
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