Here's to the ones who stuck in when they should have run..
I don’t have many friends. They say if you can count all of your friends with one hand, it’s a sign you are growing up (or getting old) and the reason why you have only a few is probably because Quality > Quantity. On the surface, I do not disagree. But it is also not me to accept it as a fact without first digging deep because it makes me feel like I'm making an excuse to comfort myself. So in the recent weeks, when I’m alone, I reflect on the reason why I don’t have many favourites and why I’m also not on top of the list for many. Am I not normal (what does normal even mean any way)? Am I difficult to get along with? Does my loud mouth scare people away? Am I incapable of empathising with their feelings? Am I calculative? Am I too stuck in my ways and not open to ideas/change? Am I judgmental? Do I impose my beliefs on people around me? Am I bad at listening and shut people off? Well, you get the drift. The list is endless and continues to grow as I write this. Ok, so...
