British Columbia, and Changes

Hey folks! I am in British Columbia, where there is absolutely no snow (Hurray!) and plenty of rain to make up for it. (Drat.)
Yesterday, as it turns out, I met up with some relatives that I absolutely never see. I am so grateful that they are such generous people and are allowing me to camp out at their place for a few days.
Well, I have some thoughts that need to be transferred into words. Luckily I have a blog, how handy is that.
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Over the years I have encountered many people. I have made all kinds of friends and acquaintances. I have seen the world and experienced firsts with people. I have been in love. 
Over time these connections and these memories may gather dust, change, or be completely severed.

I have been told that "[I am] young. These things happen, but you'll get over it." Because I am young I apparently deserve to just forget about these things and move on with my life.

So long Vancouver.

But I have not gone through and put myself into these situations just because of some stupid quest to check off a bucket list before I grow old. No. If I discover something amazing and life-giving, I tend to cling desperately to it. I am horrible at letting things go. And so when I lose contact with a friend, a loved-one, or a familiar and comfortable way of being... well, I become unhealthily focused on asking myself how it could have been prevented. I am told that people "drift apart," and that there is nothing that can be done. I understand, this has happened time and time again between me and past friends.

So sure. People drift apart. But I hate when people can't even be honest with each other about it.
Is it too much to ask? Why can't we be real with one another?

-Things have changed, and I'm not sure if we can be friends anymore.

If that is how you feel, then just come out and say it. I know the feeling of reciprocating false feelings just to maintain a simple and comfortable conversation, void of any kind of confrontation. I understand when I am merely being put up with. And this bothers me. But I play along, because I am terrified of what would happen if I commented on it.
"Hey, you're not telling me the truth. Clearly you don't want me here, so why are we still having this conversation?"

I sometimes wonder if I try too hard to avoid the truth. Why don't I call people's bullshit out when I see it? Am I afraid? Do I know that, deep down, I have my own failures and feelings that I am trying to hide? And so instead I fall into the pattern of complacency, and you know what? I like it. I like complacency. It's safe. Maybe no one will get hurt if I just accept things the way they are, and wait it out. A million little justifications are then born, and then the elephant in the room is never addressed because I am "waiting for the right moment," or "maybe things aren't what they seem, and I just need to give it some time."

But I am also tired of just waiting. Waiting for the best possible moment to address the problem. Because it never comes up. It never has. You need to muster up the courage and face it head on when you need to do so. Even if it seems to screw everything that is around you up.

And so this trip has taught me a lot more than I had bargained for, that's for certain. I'm left feeling slightly hurt and confused, but I also know that everything is going to be fine. I have kept my end of the bargain and am trying to be as honest as possible. That's all I can guarantee, really.