Pop! Part 1

There comes a time in life when no matter what, you believe that you are right. You feel you are so right that no matter what your closest friends may say, all that matters is that you are right.

Then you look back ... a couple of days later, a week or a month or two, and you say , 'Holy *duck! They were right!' 

Still you might not admit it completely; you might hint here and there, but you will never fully admit that your friends are right and you were blinded/ selfish / in denial/ or just too god damn happy to care! 

We are so wrapped up in our own lives that we never consider the fact that some close friends are more like family. 

You speak to your best friend of 10 years every day; either texting, chat or Facebook. They know your routine, your plans and what you had for lunch. They may know things about you that your parents do not even know about you. So your friends advice is worth considering; especially if it is a friend who cares about your well being.


But what happens when I'm in a bubble? I'm caught in a moment of weakness; drunk, sad or just going through a tough patch. I blow a big bubble around myself, and I like it; I like it so much i carry it around with me wherever I go. To make matters worse I flaunt it to my friends, I hide it from my family, disguise it, make it seem like it doesn't even exist. 

Friends are nice at first. They analyse and observe your movements, decisions and things you adapt to because of your bubble. Simple things; you hated sushi and now you are its biggest fan. Organizing sushi parties and Liking Sushi posts on Facebook.

Your parents may comment but they like your bubble. In the few hours you spend with them they think you are fine. All is well. You are happy, haven't been in a while. The change is good.

Your friends try to ease you out of the bubble. Not pop it, but make you see that you are missing the bigger picture. 

But you created your bubble, you love your bubble and so choose to do it all it takes not to make it *POP*