There are these people that used to be called my friends. I knew these people. These were the kind of people that you grow up with. There's a picture of me and this friend from the fifth grade. I'm holding a plaque that I won in an essay contest about why the D.A.R.E. program is a good thing. I have french braided pigtails with annoying baby hairs sticking out and other wisps hanging in my face. I look about the same as I do now. So does she, except in this picture she's got a super round face because she was a little chubby. That might sound mean but it's the most adorable chubby a child can be. Not anymore though-she might weigh ten pounds now. Anyway, I've been friends with this person for as long as I can remember.
I have a lot of people in my life like that. It happens, when you grow in a small town. There are all of these people that you just know K-12. Most of them, once we got to high school, I didn't pay attention to but there were so many that I invested myself in. I guess I'm silly enough to believe that when you invest in someone, they invest back. This happens to me often. I end up caring way more than I should about people, people who really couldn't care less about me.
So who do we invest in? If people we've known for our whole lives. If the person who drove me back to my house on the day my grandma died, or the person who was my accountability for two years-if those kind of people aren't wise investments, then who is?
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