September 1, 2013
F. lived on the same block with me freshman year, and we'd confide our pain when others mocked us because we were different. Like me, she valued obscure books like "Girl of the Limberlost." Yet I became distant when her clothes began smelling from all the animals she and her family owned, many cats, dogs, whatever. She felt my distance. Later when I met her, greeted her and smiled, she looked at me with distant eyes, rebuffing me. What a hypocrite I'd been. But my resolution to never reject a friend again caused me to let another shallow friendship linger.