As promised in a previous post I said I would explain the lack of sadness about losing a friend to time and separation. The reason for this, I later learned, was due to the terms and conditions of our friendship. While I viewed him as a friend, to him I was a type of moped. This term reshaped how I viewed a lot of my 20's. For those of you that do not know, a moped is someone that is seen as not socially desirable that someone spends time with in secret. Traditionally, this is someone who is not seen as attractive but is good in bed. This term can also be extended to someone that cannot boost one's social status but they help you when asked. You still don't want to admit you know them, but you get something out of the relationship.
I was in my 30's when I realized this was the label that I fell under. I chose to live my life without regrets and that made people uncomfortable around me. Does this mean I was a moped to everyone? No. I had more true friends than people that saw me as a moped. This is probably why I took a step back in my 30's. Now in my 40's, just barely, I see my life a bit differently. My 20's were for making mistakes and trying new things. My 30's were for processing and learning the lessons from my 20's. In my 40's I am looking forward to growing from those lessons.
I consider myself to be very fortunate. Given every mistake I made in my 20's I have come through with little more than a few bumps and bruises. I have never had an STI, never been abused, and have found myself in a position now to be a support system for others. I am reaching my goal. I just took the scenic route.
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