Growing pains.

I believe that I've come to a point in my life that I see things a little better. I understand more, accept more and thus, I feel a little more than before.

I've had a very hectic weekend. Friday was my passport renewal day (which took most of my afternoon) then I went to a surprise birthday bash for an old friend (who ended up in the Emergency Room due to a ripped ligament). Saturday, I went to a friend's restaurant opening and then went straight to a hospital to help out a high school batchmate who got shot. Sunday was spent fulfilling traditional obligations, having lunch with my grandmother and uncle. Doing the groceries and paying more bills. My Sunday afternoon was spent cooking for a Sunday night family dinner courtesy of my aunt who handed me a kilo of salmon to be made into a salad.

So I was surprised when another old friend called me and started crying. And even though I know that there is no such thing as a big or small problem, I feel like I've outgrown listening to men being boys and love being nothing but rainbows and butterflies. Compared to my high school batchmate who got shot and needed 20 packs of blood or my college blockmate who successfully opened his 2nd restaurant, I think there are just some things that I don't find such a big deal, especially when you reach a certain age.

I'm not saying that I don't care about my friend or that I find her problem to be petty. I know how it feels like and I know that to her, it means the world. In fact, situations like these can make or break a person's life. Things like these shape us to who we will eventually become.

I guess it's just that I think I'm over that phase. My problems consist more of life in general. Career moves, things I really want to do or the life I really want to live And since my problems are so far off from my friend's problems, I feel like I cannot do anything. I cannot give any advice or listen as intently as I did before.

I've changed.

Someone Anxious.