One of the weirder things in my eyes was and is always when my friends suddenly started to be... real adults.
They are independent, have a car licence, travel the world, have a serious job... They marry, have children, are a healthy and productive part of society... They are the perfect example of what you're supposed to be as an adult.
And quite often they leave my life with that. Or I'm leaving theirs? I'm not sure, but the result stays the same: One day reading comics starts to be childish. Dreaming and drawing and loving cartoons is not "the way" anymore and instead of being that cool friend with the strange mind, you're turning into the loser with ticks, who still struggles with small office jobs and never tried to achieve higher education.
People drift apart all the time. But it never stops being weird to drift apart because of something that made you friends in the first place.
Each and every time I get reminded of the story of the man who parted with his shadow to be able to ma