The Struggle to Find Real Friends in a World of Counterfeits
I learned from a very young age that making friends was not going to be easy for me. My parents, originating from the modest, genuine Canadian countryside raised me in Miami, the superficial capital of the world. My definition of friendship did not align with most Miamian’s definitions, to say the least. By six years old I had realized the importance of making friends based on their personalities, while every other six year old had already been engrained with Miami’s morals and had made friends for shallow reasons such as money and looks. At one point, in high school, I even started to fall into the trap of superficiality, but thankfully I had amazing friends to guide me back to …show more content…
We all had our differences; we drifted apart and back together again throughout our years together, but, at the end of the day, we were like sisters to each other. During our junior year of high school Ella, Madison, and I started to hang out with Laura and Arabella. Laura and Arabella were the cool, popular outcasts of our grade. I never thought I would care about popularity, but, after throwing a few parties with our new friends and getting attention from people that had never noticed me before, I started to turn into someone I never wanted to be: a fake. Before meeting Arabella and Laura I was the type of girl who wore pink frilly dresses and listened to pop music, but after just a few weeks hanging out with Laura and Arabella I was a self-proclaimed “hipster”. I wore plaid and red lipstick with every outfit and listened to underground alternative music. I even started smoking cigarettes at parties to look cool. I started to not like myself for who I was and I began to think that the only time I was “cool” was when I was dressed up in my hipster garb with Laura and Arabella. I started to feel really badly about my appearance and my personality because I was constantly criticized by my “friends”. Finally Madison took a step back and started to realize what was going on. She didn’t want to be a part of it anymore; all the fakeness was getting to our heads. Ella, Madison, and I were fighting for stupid reasons and drifting further apart than ever before. I followed in Madison’s footsteps and decided to put my hipster, fake persona behind
I learned from a very young age that making friends was not going to be easy for me. My parents, originating from the modest, genuine Canadian countryside raised me in Miami, the superficial capital of the world. My definition of friendship did not align with most Miamian’s definitions, to say the least. By six years old I had realized the importance of making friends based on their personalities, while every other six year old had already been engrained with Miami’s morals and had made friends for shallow reasons such as money and looks. At one point, in high school, I even started to fall into the trap of superficiality, but thankfully I had amazing friends to guide me back to …show more content…
We all had our differences; we drifted apart and back together again throughout our years together, but, at the end of the day, we were like sisters to each other. During our junior year of high school Ella, Madison, and I started to hang out with Laura and Arabella. Laura and Arabella were the cool, popular outcasts of our grade. I never thought I would care about popularity, but, after throwing a few parties with our new friends and getting attention from people that had never noticed me before, I started to turn into someone I never wanted to be: a fake. Before meeting Arabella and Laura I was the type of girl who wore pink frilly dresses and listened to pop music, but after just a few weeks hanging out with Laura and Arabella I was a self-proclaimed “hipster”. I wore plaid and red lipstick with every outfit and listened to underground alternative music. I even started smoking cigarettes at parties to look cool. I started to not like myself for who I was and I began to think that the only time I was “cool” was when I was dressed up in my hipster garb with Laura and Arabella. I started to feel really badly about my appearance and my personality because I was constantly criticized by my “friends”. Finally Madison took a step back and started to realize what was going on. She didn’t want to be a part of it anymore; all the fakeness was getting to our heads. Ella, Madison, and I were fighting for stupid reasons and drifting further apart than ever before. I followed in Madison’s footsteps and decided to put my hipster, fake persona behind