“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself” — Jim Morrisson.
The emotions that you feel when you finish your final year of uni are extreme. On one hand, you’re ecstatic at the thought of never having to pull an all nighter in the library ever again. You’re buzzing that you’ve actually done it, you’ve got a degree, after all of the times you thought you’d never make it to the day to wear the cap and gown, you actually HAVE! On the other hand, you’re absolutely gutted because the thought of leaving your ‘uni mates’ is just too much to handle.
What many don’t realise is that your ‘uni mates’ (how you refer to them to those outside of the bubble) are so much more than just that. The friends you make at uni are friends that know you in a completely different capacity, a much more intense one than many of your other friends (with few exceptions). It’s weird because you’ve not known them all your life, you’ve known them for a very small portion of your life in fact, but it feels like you’ve known them forever and you often wonder how you coped before they waltzed into your life that drunken Monday night during Freshers Week.
You just click, it even freaks you out a little bit at how much they know about you, and you about them. This strange, intense connection has probably got something to do with the fact that they’ve seen you at both your best and your worst, your very worst.
They’re always there to share a supportive pint whether it be because you’ve done well in an essay or royally f**ked up. Either way, they’re there to drink through the good times and the bad times with you. They’re there when the lad you’ve been seeing breaks up with you, they’re there to help you construct the text to get the lad you’re not too keen on to back off, they’ve dieted with you, comfort ate with you, binged many TV series with you and laughed so hard with you.
What I’m trying to say is your ‘uni mates’ know you for you, no pretences. You don’t feel like you have to make an effort with these guys, you feel no desire to be anything but your weird and wonderful self when you’re around these weird and wonderful people. They’ll never judge you either, and always tell you straight when you’re being absolutely ridiculous, a drama queen or just down right stupid.
Friends come and go, not all of them you will click with, but the ones that you do, your ‘uni mates’, keep hold of them tight and never let them go. You absolutely love them for who they are and they love you for who you are too. And at the end of the day, they know far too much to let them go.