Every time I return to Shanghai, I am filled with a mix of emotions—some good, some bad. I am happy to be able to spend time with my parents and I am happy that they are happy to see me. I enjoy the fact that I am on summer vacation and can actually relax and not worry about academics. I look forward to being able to lose some weight by being more active. I am not looking forward to the heat and humidity. I detest the way most of the Chinese people in Shanghai act. However, when it comes to seeing former schoolmates, I don’t really know how to feel. There are only a few of them that I would still consider as good friends to this day and actually mean it. But for most everyone else, I just don’t know how to feel. I don’t really know how to express these confused emotions because well, they are confusing.
Who are these people to me? Who am I to them? It’s funny because I have kept all the notes, cards, letters, and yearbook comments that people have given me because it felt genuine at the time—“Keep in touch” this, “I’ll think of you all the time” that. Looking back on all of them, I’ve come to the conclusion that it was all a load of crap regardless of how colorful or smiley face laden they were. Well, it probably wasn’t all crap to begin with and those people may have truly meant it, but they do expire and then turn into crap. From my experiences, friendships have an expiration date of about two years at the most after being separated. The ironic part is that it is primarily due to a lack of communication even though communicating these days is ridiculously easy. It is as easy as replying an email, an instant message, a text, a phone call, a Facebook message, etc
Trying to initiate the bridge of communication all the time is very tiring—but it is worth it when people reply. However, most of the time there is no reply or there is the standard reply of “sorry, I’m busy right now.” I find it amazing how some people can be so busy and swamped with school and work to reply an email yet still have the time to go out clubbing or hiking through the woods or swimming in the ocean. Am I bitter about all this? Sure I am—who wouldn’t be? I’m not going to try to shut those people out of my life though. I am simply just too tired of trying to initiate the efforts of keeping in touch when there is no response. “Don’t burn your bridges” is a common idiom and is definitely sound advice so I won’t—even though there really isn’t much to burn anyway.
I guess these experiences from former Shanghai schoolmates have really affected my outlook on people and friendships. I don’t put as much effort into being a good friend with most people anymore—I only try with those that have the best chances of actually lasting. Every time someone stops talking to me for no apparent reason, I often find myself questioning where and how I went wrong as a friend. Was I even their friend to begin with? I guess I will never know.