Sinking Friendship — Chosen Committed Complete

You make decisions, and you live with them. Some decisions make particularly bad roommates. I have not been a good friend. I long for close relationships in my life, but I have all but thrown out the ones I had when I was younger. The people who knew me well twenty-some years ago, don’t know me at all, today. It is my own fault. When I got out of the Coast Guard, I was ashamed of the choices I had made, and I was quite depressed. I didn’t make an effort to keep in touch with the friends I had made. I think often of my old friends, but I don’t take the time to reach out. I tend to compose letters in my head that are never put down on paper or typed into an email. Years of isolationism have taken a toll.

Sinking Friendship

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