bloody tides

Jun 24, 2006 03:03

I'm not sure what possesses people to burn bridges with people they say are friends, or at some point family at the drop of a dime. It's like everything is great, perfect, and then one lil thing goes wrong...and it's like, they just can't handle one lil difference. They refuse to accept the people they called friends for the people they are.

I think people use the word friends too freely. There are strangers, aquaintences, friends, and family. This is the circle of community. I don't understand how people can just throw that out the window. They can just throw all the history and love and energy put into these relationships in the garbage when one small thing changes.

I've known quite a few people for quite along time...through changes and moves across country and jail time and untruths told...I still call them my friends because I CALLED them my friends! I didn't call them strangers, or acquaintances. I called them friends. What the hell is it with all these god damn fairweather friends?!

One thing goes wrong and they say you're fucked up or, they dont need it or they have more important things to do. and GOD FORBID you mention that there is something obviously wrong with their thought patterns or personality. Nobody is perfect! We all have our flaws! The REAL friends are the people that point out the flaws, accept kind suggestions about their own flaws, and STAY AROUND to help fix the flaws! They just hit the ground running, never looking back to see if the people they so quickly left behind may have needed them more than they needed themselves.

Ya know, all these people, all these fairweather friends....They'll wake up one day and realize they're totally alone. Or better yet, they're surrounded by fake, idiotic, self involved people so much so they'd probably be BETTER OFF being alone!

I'm just sick of it all. And that's probabaly why I haven't made anymore friends. Because I know that as soon as I disagree with something they say or think or do, all that energy to build the relationship up will be thrown in the garbage compactor to be squished into a little rectangular cube of what might have been something priceless.
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