Cakes
"Maybe they're just not the friends you want to be with."
Thanks, Isha. I've always thought this but it's comforting to hear it from someone else.
Although I never really lashed out on anyone in real life, I want to apologize for treating them horribly in this blog. Being cursed and spoken ill of is the last thing they deserve. It is neither their or my fault that we're not meant to be ultra-close BFFs. Sometimes, people just don't click and the best that can happen is civility (I have other bones to pick concerning this but I'll save it for a more negatively-charged post).
Sure, it hurts to be not included, to be left out in a group that I should "naturally" be a part of. I guess it's my karma for excluding Al out, every chance I got (not to say that I'd forgive him any time soon though). When I think of how I don't really belong, I still tear up a little at how we should have been really close friends. But again, a friendship is not something that requires a lot of work -- things like this just happen and I don't think there's any other viable course of action but to accept that we don't enjoy each other's company so much. I don't want to be friends just because it makes you feel guilty to leave me out -- I want us to be friends because you genuinely want me around. Unless it has repercussions on the way we conduct business, I should just accept things for what they are and try to be happy about other things.
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"Kylaaaaaaaaaugh..."
Sometimes, I don't know whether I want advice or sympathy. When I have problems, I want to talk to people but I'm not entirely sure if I really want to be told what to do or just want someone to agree with me. I know it's always better to ask for the former but if I already feel terrible, don't I need to hear that I'm not wrong?
Whatever the case, one always needs a listening ear. I'm glad that I have a few, who know when to give me what I need, when I need it. Yes, they're busy with books and boys and their own baggage but I now know that they will always have time for me and that I would do anything to be there for them.
You are the weirdest people in the world and I love you so much.
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Here's to your lovely eyes.
Thanks, Isha. I've always thought this but it's comforting to hear it from someone else.
Although I never really lashed out on anyone in real life, I want to apologize for treating them horribly in this blog. Being cursed and spoken ill of is the last thing they deserve. It is neither their or my fault that we're not meant to be ultra-close BFFs. Sometimes, people just don't click and the best that can happen is civility (I have other bones to pick concerning this but I'll save it for a more negatively-charged post).
Sure, it hurts to be not included, to be left out in a group that I should "naturally" be a part of. I guess it's my karma for excluding Al out, every chance I got (not to say that I'd forgive him any time soon though). When I think of how I don't really belong, I still tear up a little at how we should have been really close friends. But again, a friendship is not something that requires a lot of work -- things like this just happen and I don't think there's any other viable course of action but to accept that we don't enjoy each other's company so much. I don't want to be friends just because it makes you feel guilty to leave me out -- I want us to be friends because you genuinely want me around. Unless it has repercussions on the way we conduct business, I should just accept things for what they are and try to be happy about other things.
--
"Kylaaaaaaaaaugh..."
Sometimes, I don't know whether I want advice or sympathy. When I have problems, I want to talk to people but I'm not entirely sure if I really want to be told what to do or just want someone to agree with me. I know it's always better to ask for the former but if I already feel terrible, don't I need to hear that I'm not wrong?
Whatever the case, one always needs a listening ear. I'm glad that I have a few, who know when to give me what I need, when I need it. Yes, they're busy with books and boys and their own baggage but I now know that they will always have time for me and that I would do anything to be there for them.
You are the weirdest people in the world and I love you so much.
--
Here's to your lovely eyes.