It’s amazing how living so close to someone can affect your relationship with them. In high school, it would take me a week to practically learn a guy’s name, then another six months to get to know him, and then two to three years before I could call him a “true friend”. In University, after little more than a week, I’ve found, with one roomie in particular, we’ve become close and understanding friends with little effort. It’s great that we could become so close, and that he didn’t turn out to be one of those psycho roommates you see in horror movies.

However, for every good story, there’s usually a bad one in there too. Way back when in high school, I followed a weird trait with meeting certain (and only certain) people: I’d become fascinated with them in a totally non-sexual way, and want to be their friends. It would take a couple months before their image began to crack and I realized that they weren’t all that great a person. A terrible one even. I didn’t expect a moment like this to happen so soon in UBC, but who would have thought it could happen in a single day?

I met this really interesting—nameless – girl from a nameless place (Nowhere Land, yeah let’s go with that!). She acted very hip and urban, the kind of person I’d expected and hoped to meet in the strange world of college. We got along really well, and the next day we hung out at a party together, and had one of those great bonding conversations that is far too personal for a public blog.

Now I don’t want to be mean on the blog, so I won’t relate what happened next, but needless to say, the next day some things were said by this said person that wasn’t so nice. Suddenly, like a light switch going off, everything changed for me with her. I left her and her friends, carrying with me a sense of bitter disappointment and loneliness. Nice roller coaster ride.

So my verdict? Meeting people in college isn’t that much different than in high school; you’ll find some great ones, you’ll find some terrible ones, only now they listen to Radiohead and contemplate philosophy. Oh, and everything seems to happen in super speed. It’s a lot of fun, kind of dizzying, and a deep chasm when I take the time to look down. So, where do I meet my next friend?