Bastille’s Bad Blood and Friendship


I really enjoy the song Bad Blood by Bastille. It’s not the most amazing song out there but for some reason it really strikes a cord with me. I think it has to do with the course about how tightly things in our past bind us together. It reminds me of some of the stuff that ended up happening when I was younger. Things that when you have a meet up of those people that you end up talking about. One of them is a time when a friend and I were standing outside of Sheetz early in College. We were bullshitting with the woman working and she was really tired of working complaining about work. Well, my friend has a bit of an anarchist bent (or at least did) and said, yea we should just blow it the fuck up. He and she finished their cigarettes and we drove off thinking nothing more of it. A few days later I get a phone call asking about the terroristic threats. Which obviously didn’t happen.

Aside from events like that it also reminds me of all the people that I’ve lost through stupid things. One kid we wrote off after he didn’t show up for a bachelor party or the afterwedding party at the Cabin – he was the best man. We were pretty upset about it. However, some times you lose friends because of other friend’s disagreements. I’m thinking about two of the best buddies I knew in highschool and up through their argument. I’m not even sure of the details because it happened while I was in Europe and no one really talked to me about it other than saying not to talk to either of them about it.

This sucks. Our lives are both too short and too long to leave things things festering. We only have one life and we need to make the best of it. So in the case where a fight ruptures a friendship like that and impacts all relationships with each other, that’s something that needs to be dealt with. It’s one of those things that could very likely lead to a great deal of regret as we get older. When we’re in our 50s or 60s do we want some squabble to have ruined a great friendship? I don’t know.

Song just makes me really think about how our lives are bound together through collective stupidity in youth and how those are the strongest bonds you have. How, bad blood can poison a group of friends, and how some times we really do just need time to heal.

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