Everyone always says that people come in and out of your life for a reason…well, what they almost always fail to mention is that some stay. I’m really bad at keeping in touch. REALLY bad. To give you an idea, I don’t even call my parents. THAT bad. I suck. But what’s funny is when it comes to other people, I’m the first to remind them to call up their loved ones.

I don’t get myself.

Today I had a short conversation about keeping in touch. This person straight up told me they had nothing against me, but that after this, we probably wouldn’t be friends anymore. Quick to judge, I was curious. It was later established that we both lack in the area of initiating conversation after long periods of time. Not that we don’t want to, just, that we don’t know how, or we forget. 

It made me wonder why.

Over Summer I’ve realized how many acquaintances I have. Acquaintances vs. friends. Though I’m not one to really care, and I’d revel with my 4 quarters over my 100 pennies, it made me wonder about the rest of the people I’ve met. I’ve met some pretty awesome people in my life, and I’ve lost touch with them all because I didn’t talk to them after our encounter. That or we both didn’t, or I didn’t reciprocate, etc. After thinking about it, I’d like some dimes.