Okay so I probably have you pretty curious as to what this blog post is going to be about. You may think it’s going to be a confession post about my addiction to eucalyptus plants or something similar to that. Or you may think it is going to be an informational piece about koala bears. Both of those assumptions would be incorrect, because this blog post is going to have very little to do with actual koala bears, and more to do with something I witness them doing in basically every photograph on the internet. So please, bear with me and carry on reading this post, I promise you will understand the title by the conclusion.
As people get older friendships start to fade until you no longer have any clue when the last time you saw a certain friend was or what said friend is doing with their life, aside from posting on Facebook every few days. You no longer spend your weekends chatting with friends or going out to the bar with a group of friends. You get a boyfriend or girlfriend who soon turns into a fiancé, who then turns into a wife or husband and that’s that. No more girls’ night out or bro time. Okay, that might be a bit extreme, but those nights just don’t happen at the same frequency as they seemed to when you were single, in college, or simply dating your S.O. And I suppose that is just the natural progression of life for most people. But I don’t like that, I don’t like it one bit.
Now my feelings towards this natural progression of human relationships may be due to my current singleness, but I think I know myself better than you, and I say that I would feel this way regardless of my current martial status. Now I am not saying that all married people do this, nor am I trying to shame my own married friends for doing this. I am just saying that I don’t like it. See, when I become close friends with someone I get attached very easily. If we like the same things, laugh at the same jokes, listen to the same music, and hate the same celebrities I am going to like you and you are going to be one of my friends. You don’t get a say, it’s just going to happen. And the more we have in common or the more I enjoy your company the more I will cling to our friendship like Rose to that door in the ocean (which she definitely could have shared with Jack, COME ON NOW). I don’t mean to be clingy, and I promise I am not a stage five clinger, I stop myself before you need to seek a restraining order. I just really enjoy human interaction, and if you are a dear friend of mine, I prefer interactions with you than the countless other humans who happen to walk this earth.
Now this problem I have with clinging to friendships more than other people do makes letting go of friends extremely hard for me. This is especially difficult for me when nothing really happened to end that friendship, our lives just started heading in different directions (your’s probably down the isle and mine…well not) and then BAM no more time for our friendship. I find it hard to accept that we can’t be friends anymore because of life; that just seems ridiculous to me, so when this starts to happen I cling even more. I text, call (maybe), and force my friendship upon you in a very loving manner. And this, my readers, is what I am referring to as the ‘koala bear syndrome,’ because whenever I see a picture of a koala bear they are always clinging to a tree, their mother, or whatever celebrity is holding on to them. Now, I am aware that koala bears are not the nicest marsupial in the outback, but just go with it. If I like you, in any capacity, I will cling to you like a koala in a tree and I am sorry if that bugs you but that’s who I am. #dealwithit
I guess the whole point of this blog was to maybe make people who have this same problem, koala bear syndrome, feel better about it. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting to make a friendship work at all costs and holding on to the ones you love most. The only time this is problematic is when you cling to someone who really isn’t good for you, which can be hard to decide. If someone makes you feel ashamed for wanting to spend time with them or constantly shuts you down when you try to make plans or talk to them, you should find another eucalyptus tree to cling to and call it a day.
Leave a comment below if you suffer from this new syndrome so we can cling to the knowledge that we are not alone in our eucalyptus trees.