Essay : My Best Friend

After calming down, I came to the conclusion that I was not going to let her control my emotions. Coming to school the next day, I was all smiles. Anytime Mrs. A approached me, I was completely respectful and ready to help her. Recently the situation with Mrs. A has improved greatly. I took the initiative to be the mature one in the situation because I refused to let her feelings define who I was. I came to the conclusion that in life it’s inevitable to come across people who won’t try to bring you down or treat you poorly for no apparent reason. It is how we react to situations as such that truly define our

I remember it like it was yesterday. My best friend and I, TJ used to always hang out together. We would take walks in the woods, play cars, ride bikes, and sometimes even play hopscotch; things normal kids would do. People thought it was strange to have a boy best friend, but it didn’t matter to me. He was great company on lonely days, and never gossiped about anything. He was the type of friend you could always count on. Little did I know that TJ would soon be gone.

Looking back, I’m able to realize how petty my response to the incident was, but at the time, I felt it was justified. Unfortunately, I continued to hold my friend accountable for what he said to me, long after my anger had subsided, and we didn’t really speak much for nearly a year. After about a year of holding this grudge against my friend, we both made up with each other, but I still regret not having made up with him sooner, as the grudge was petty and could have been resolved easily.

I do not consider myself to be anybody’s best friend. While I do have many friends that I consider myself to be close with (and I’d like to believe they opposite is true), the school year has just started and many friendships that existed last year may or may not fade away as time passes by. This is because friendships are mainly built on conversations shared daily, whether they be in the classroom or outside on social media. Even if one person is reluctant to hold a conversation, then the bonds of friendship will slowly and steadily break apart due to the lack of sustained interaction on a daily basis. Communication is paramount to ensuring that a relationship is maintained. In my case, I do not believe I interact with anyone on a daily basis enough to be considered “best friends.” Sure, I would consider many people I’m acquainted with good friends, but that is the extent of our friendship. On the other hand, I have several good friends because we have relatively good chemistry. Successful interaction with one another has led to a mutual desire to sustain our friendships.

She stepped up and called you out on your bullsh*t and you didn't like it one bit. Did you ??

At first I wasn’t sure if she meant for me to hear that but before I could stop myself I heard my own voice. “I know.” Honestly, I hated her too and I didn’t know what I was thinking when I decided to come with her. I guess I just thought she needed protection. That’s a brother’s job right? To protect his little sister. I don’t know how else to explain it.

I didn’t really think much of it and just shrugged it off. I knew that she wasn’t actually trying to make fun of me and that it was only pure childhood innocence. She never actually apologized about it but I didn’t expect her too. Even though I merely just shrugged it off, I think the comment did afflict my confidence a little bit. It was like a piece of confidence stripped away and replaced by self-consciousness. And that was only the beginning of it.

“Why was she acting like this?” I thought to myself. She catapulted insults at me, called me a “princess,” told me I’m selfish, said I’m the worst friend ever, not to mention the swear words she directed at me. I didn’t know what to say; she was supposed to be my “best friend,” but best friends don’t say those things. Best friends are supposed to support me, supposed to love me, supposed to bring out the best in me, not try to tear me down

The next time I saw her I had asked her where she had been and she said she had to hang out with other people and that was basically all. I thought well okay she does not seem to hate me, but I was scared to wait for her in fright that I might get ditched again. I waited for her and and she did it to me again she ditched me, she could of at least told me she did not want to hang out with me. I could not believe she had done that she was my friend, the person who I trusted with everything.It was wrong of her to leave me like to do that to anyone in genral is completly wrong. I felt sad, lonely and bad about the peroson I was. I did not want to think of her as a traitor or the thought that she used me. One of the qualites found in the play Macbeth was friendship. Macbeth had betrayed his friends in order to benefit for his ambiton including he killed them because he despied them. His did not value his friends and did not care about hurting them, he only cared about himself and never confessed to Banquo his feelings, or including his intentions. Macbeth was only considered a tratior by his friends and his change in person only made it more difficult for others to trust him again.It was difficult to trust my friend again after her behavior towards me. It never occured to me that my friend wanted to hurt me or betrayed me because I considered her one of my bestest friends, but I guess that people change and your whole life could have a sudden huge spin whether you want it or not. Friendship breakups are probaly the worst because you lose someone you dearly care about whether the care is mutual or it hurts to know that the special relationship is

It was as if she was lifted in relief in what she had just said, and then she continued. I should have stayed and talked to you. I was mean.

I am not a very emotional person when it comes to grief or happiness, but my anger and deviousness along with my stubborn personality provides an interesting reaction to most situations. For example, I found out that my friend talked about me to a group of girls I did not like. My rational: “Okay, she is supposed to be my friend, yet she talked negatively about me. I don’t need a person like that in my life. She cannot be trusted. I should confront her, but what do I say. Do I act as if I don’t care or do I make a huge deal about it because it did hurt my feelings? I think I am just going to confront her and inform her of what I know and see if she actually said these things. This is a rumor of course.” No matter how much I planned that I would listen to what she had to say without making any judgements and ultimately walk away the bigger person, it did not work. I asked her if she said those things about me and she denied it. Instead of trusting her, I verbally attacked her to the point where I became the offender rather than the victim in this interpersonal

Being in middle school it was hard to keep friends as most would come and go caused by unexpected series of events. Most of the time, girls would always talk bad about each other or treat each other like the other doesn’t have feelings. I was the girl who would always be treated like I wasn’t important to a group or clique, and I wasn’t the only one. Id see my “friends” talk down to another girl within my so called group of friends and it wasn’t a nice situation. One day, she stood up for herself and removed herself from the group as what I should've done also. She sat by herself for a couple days after at lunch which led me to sit with her the next following half year of school we had left. It was awkward at first but as we talked more about

Since she wasn’t engaging me specifically, but many people did respond to her. I probably would fall under the stonewalling response. After we were free to talk amongst ourselves she directed her attention to me and our other would be coworker. I however tried my best to ignore what she was saying. Because at that point I was trying to determine if what she said was really a lie or not. And I personally don’t wish to associate myself with anyone who could tell such a lie. But at that point I wasn’t 100% positive it was a lie, so I felt maybe I was being too judgmental. So instead of engaging in real conversation I would reply flatly and just observe her and how she behaved. The rest of our group responded in the empathizing strategy, although it was awkward and somewhat forced due to the situation. They did their best to try and convey their support of her situation with coos of “I’m so sorry that happened to you.” And “Let me know what if there is anything I can do to help.” I spent the rest of the meeting stonewalling and being a critical listener. Which is “listening with the goal of evaluating or analyzing what one hears.” (Floyd 227) This entire step allowed me to respond in a manner that allowed me to further evaluate her, and to not give her attention that she, in my opinion seemed to

In reality, she meant the most to me and made up the best parts of me. I was spoon- fed lies about her and I swallowed the cough syrup. At this point, I missed her. It was news to me, but she missed me too. This was a major turning point for me. It was my job to rekindle our friendship and I thought of every way possible. To my surprise, she confronted me before I got the chance to and it could not have went better. We were just young girls who had a strong friendship, yet still allowed someone come in between us. We were inseparable. We came back together after a time of confusion and now we are better and closer than

Have you ever had someone in your life who helped you figure out who you were? Someone who showed you the right path. Someone who was there right next you even if you did not take that path. Someone who always seemed to be right, but never held it against you when you were not. Someone whom without your life would most likely be entirely different. I have. Her name was Jessica.