thought for the day....when friends move up the social ladder

Over the past few weeks, i've been examining how i interact with people.  For the past year or so, it's been through social media mostly. And, while that has its advantages, it's not always the best way as i have learned.  But it has also made me go back and look at my relationships that are not what they use to be and try and figure out what happened.

One of my friendships has been moved to the back burner because we're no longer in the same social class.  Now, as i say that, i in no way mean that we don't care about each other...quite the opposite.  We just no longer move in the same circles anymore.  For years, we communicated with each other every day via text.  And we saw each other 2 to 3 times a week.  Once he got back into the dating scene, that all changed.  i'm glad he's dating and i really do like his boyfriend.  But, that caused him to move into a social bracket of wealthier professional gays that does not include Michael and i.  That's ok, in the long run.  We can't help that we're poor LOL  It does make me miss him though.  We've gone from frequent weekly visits to less than once every two months.  And that makes me sad.

It reminds me of something Mom once told me about some of hers and Dad's friends.  When they were first married and living in Bethel, NC, they had another couple that they had become good friends with.  This friendship lasted for 15-16 years or so.  They had a daughter who was my age and we got together every now and then.  It was always fun.  Then, one night, my parents were invited to go out to dinner with this couple and their friends.  And their friends were now on the wealthy end of the social spectrum.  Apparently, wherever they were going, it was definitely upperclass like a country club or a private supper club.  Mom, choosing comfortability over social "norms", wore pants instead of a long skirt or dress.  As a result, all of the women in the party snubbed Mom and she spend most of the evening with Dad and the other men.  We never saw them again....not even when she died.  That makes me sad too.

i hate how things change sometimes....but, such is life.  Oh well.