Off Tuskawilla and Aloma
So I finally got a place. I'm happy...except...no one seems to care. I just thought more people would be happy, that I'm happy. I was talking to a friend of mine yesterday and she said that she is the type of person who is happy for her friend if her friend is successful at something. Everyone is too worried about their own life I guess to care. My friend was the only one who was excited for me, so maybe it's a bad omen.
I feel like everyone these days is to busy caught up on how their life is so depressing this and that. But it raises that question, is life r3ally depressing or are we just to unsatisfied with ourselves?
I recently stopped being friends with a male friend of mine for no particular reason. One day I just realized that he wasn't that nice guy I had met months prior. There he was caught up in his unsatisfied life. Talking about how hard he has it as an excuse for his rude behavior. I didn't want to be the one to tell him that everyone has it just as hard and they can manage. I still think about him alot, more than I let on. He was very dear to me, but in the end he did not care for me as his friend as I did for him.
I hate when friendships end like that. I remember a particular friendship that I had 3 years ago. This girl and I had become best-friends over the span of two years. And we were constantly in competition with eachother. But I did love her, because I trusted her. That ended up very bitter with us not being friends and all our friends siding with me and dropping her. That might have been a victory but to me it wasn't. I felt awful about it, and I even encourged my friends to be friends with her. It worked out for the better though, we see eachother from time to time but don't say anything. She discovered herself and I discovered myself. I think it was just a part of growing up.