I recently wrote about how the pandemic has had me thinking about things that have happened in my life a lot more. I think it’s partially down to the increase in time that my brain has available to ponder. However, I think it’s perhaps also my brain’s way of trying to compartmentalise and put things into perspective in these odd times. I’ll also be hitting the big 3-0 next year (eek!) so maybe that’s why I seem to be continually dissecting my youth. Anyway, other than my failed relationships, I’ve also been thinking about failed friendships. While looking back at my ex-boyfriends was quite funny in hindsight, looking at ex-friendships is actually rather sad. This weighs on my mind quite often, despite years passing. I’m hoping that getting it off of my chest will be quite cathartic for me.