Thursday, January 12, 2006
Controlling the rage
I don't know what it takes to be a good friend sometimes. As years pass by, the impression of friendship being merely a sincere feeling or a mutual way of life seemed to have showed its true colours.What is it that lies beneath the surface of friendship?
We are only human, as many would quote from daily life. However, what brings this purpose to get to know someone as a friend? What defines a close friend?
I don't know if recent events have changed my point of view significantly. Or my priorities in any way. However, juggling with a love, a tedious academic schedule and own aspirations in life, I cannot pay all the attention to friends who say that I have become a "wet blanket." If the definition of good friends is yay-we-are-the-best-of-friends-because-we-are-both-the-same-type-of-person, I regret to say that this is not my idea of a friendship.
If not attending to your whim and fancies means I am a wet blanket,
If not agreeing to your decisions means I am a spoiler of plans,
If not compromising for your boredness by being a "play thing" to you means I am a cold-hearted, un-happening friend ...
Then by all means, let it be. Now, if not being able to understand your friend's true personality is a factor in this issue ...
I would say that a friend who can do so is the perfect friend in the world.
But nothing is perfect, isn't it?
