Don’t try to impress others.
Don’t try to impress others.
Day 8 of my Gratitude challenge (yeah, I’m making up for slacking!).
Friends are cool too. They aight. Sometimes I expect too much from mine but the ones that have my back will always have a special place in my heart.
If I cut you off, chances are, you handed me the scissors.
I shall put a positive spin on this by saying that I’m more of a eraser than a cutter. You might fade to black but I won’t treat you like a leper. I tend to forgive easily but only when people actually ask for it.
People apologize but never follow it up by asking you if you can somehow get past what they’ve done.
Friendship is like a book that never seems to end until one day you just don’t pick it up again.
It was my friend’s birthday this week but I haven’t spoken to her since October. It was a conscious decision but one that was also due to the fact that I was busy. In all of that time, I’ve not heard from her. Usually, I email her for her birthday but I didn’t want to be the one to break the silence. I don’t think she gets just how much she upset me and how much I feel like we are now two strangers. Even if I wanted to be tight with her again, my conscience wouldn’t allow it. It’s not that I can’t forgive it’s that there was no real attempt to understand my side of things, just what I thought was a flimsy apology and her admitting that she has no time to undo her ignorance. I accepted the apology but I don’t have to accept feeling bad. So yeah, it’s done for now.
I sent her an ecard this week and she opened it about two hours after but there was no acknowledgement. I’m guessing she doesn’t know that I am notified when it’s open but…Yeah, I know! Obviously, she could have been busy or something but I took it for what it was.
It’s obvious not great to think that you’ve lost a friend but there comes a point where you have to just push it aside and just let whatever happens happen. We could talk tomorrow or we could never talk again. I can’t stress out over something that I can’t control.
This is a response to this week’s One Liner Wednesday.
Comparison is an act of violence against the self
Yes, this is so true. That person seems to have a picture perfect life. That person has a lovely boyfriend and you’re going to die alone. That person has a better job, better looks, better life.
There’s no way of knowing what’s going on in people’s lives. So there’s no point in comparing yourself to a snapshot of something whole. It’s just a piece of something that lacks context.
I say this, but I do it all the time. I have people in my life who compare me to others and it’s frustrating. One minute, you’re supposed to be your own person and the next, you have to emulate someone who’s perceived as being better.
At the end of the day, nothing good comes from it. Just disappointment. And possibly a large bill spent on items you damn well can’t afford. Or crippling student loans because you knew quite well that you didn’t want to be a doctor but had to take it as far as ethically possible (so before the working on live people part) to avoid any drama.
As always, life is the gift that keeps on giving.