The Curious Incident of the Friend in the Nighttime

I think that I get myself into a lot of situations where I am friends with people simply because we work with, or near, each other. And I discover that when I try to be friends with them, in these situations, I tend to try too hard and make mistakes.

It is then that I discover, by their reactions, that we aren’t really friends at all.

And I tend to really like these people.

But the conclusion always seems to be that they don’t really care about me at all.

I think that many of these people, the moment they no longer see me or are no longer required to interact, I pass from their thoughts.


Generally, I do not mind that I have few friends, for I’d like to think it is quality over quantity.

But when someone I want to be my friend, or consider my friend, isn’t: it is times like that: I feel terribly lonely.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

There is no such thing as "racism"

The Razor

Spy vs. Spy

The Two Seperate Categories of Evil and Ken Jennings