I’m almost afraid to say it, but last night I witnessed the beginning of tiny cracks beginning to erupt in our once so tight unit of second year illustrators.
Perhaps we were merely deceiving ourselves that we were indeed so flawless in our friendships. We all come from vastly different backgrounds, habits, cultures and levels of tolerance and some levels seem to be wearing a bit thin lately.
Onnalin and Martyn, once compared to a husband and wife, now actually feud like husband and wife. It must be eerily like deja-vu for Martyn [or so I can only imagine] since he’s already divorced once reportedly belligerent wife.
Other individuals seem to be growing weary or irritated of certain others, which I find somewhat disappointing I must admit. I have been so far, under the illusion that the majority of our class enjoyed each others company, but lately I’ve come to realize that this probably isn’t the case.
I’ve seen the parting of ways of a few previous groups, through school, through college and even though there might have been great intentions of staying in touch, of remaining good friends inevitably the group had a shelf life. Differences that were initially embraced eventually grate. Factions get created, people take sides, everybody feuds.
I sense a demise of our unity and a future parting of way. But perhaps I’m being too pessimistic, perhaps we merely have been spending far too much time together. Perhaps like anything kind of relationship, a little separation goes a long way.
Simeon and I were discussing the future on Wednesday, what our plans would be, what we might do. He said he’d just like to draw and do a spot of gardening. I asked him if he was just looking forward to retirement and he said “Yes, yes actually I think it would be quite nice to be retired and just…you know… potter around in the garden…”
Its slightly sad that I’m unambitious enough to agree with him. It would be damn nice just to sit outside and potter in the garden and maybe do a bit of drawing in the evening. *Sigh* I cant wait until I’m 70 and get get a bunch of cats and a dog and do fuck all except wet my pants now and then.