Oh bloody hell.
When I started working, work was a nonstop
whirlwind of knowing new people, being a social creature and getting closer to certain colleagues and forming closer bonds with some of them.
With that being a daily affair, I usually spend the rest of my week languishing in anti-social reclusivity, refusing to meet anybody else and basically just letting my life inevitably revolve around my work. It was all fine and dandy, my avoiding of reality and diving deeper into work and its finer tangles.
Until M returned.
So he just got back from Aussie and now life has sort of returned back to its full colour. I feel like there's meaning to life outside of work again, not solely because of him but because of what he will bring about. His earnestness in being a sincerely wondrous friend will cause me to return back to a person who cared about everything other than work.
And I like that. I feel somewhat ashamed that all I have been doing is slowly get obsessed with work and its politics, with no care for the bunch of people who love me for who I am as a person..who won't spin craftily around to sink a pristine knife into my back...
I'm sorry. I'll try harder.
To be your friend.
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