Friend, Friendships
So, hi guys. This might be a little sad post coming on, so forgive me beforehand.
I just read a really meaningful post on another blog (I’m not posting that blog for reasons I will keep to myself) and it’s gotten me thinking. They told their views on the words “friend” and “friendships” and their experiences with them. (And why they’re on a hiatus.. hiatus meaning break)
The poster and I are quite alike. Neither of us believe we have true friends, but we have had amazing friendships in the past, and hopefully the future. But they are gone for now.
What’s your definition for friend?
It’s hard to explain in my case. Yours?
Do you ever wonder why people do what they do?
Of course! Who doesn’t? I always wonder why people must hurt their animals, why they trash their beautiful parks/beaches, or why they hurt themselves/other people. It’s something that only they can explain, and I, fortunately, am mostly unable to explain it myself. I hope hardly any of you have the ability to explain. Or do you?
Why do you remember things that have happened to you in the past? Why don’t you? (Meaning, bad things.)
I remember them, yes. Mostly because I can’t forget the hurt I felt. It’s hard to, really. I’m sure everyone can agree. I dwell on the past. I shouldn’t, but I do. Sometimes, to keep myself from dwelling, I have to just clear my mind, do something to keep it occupied. What do you think?
Why did you take a break from something in the past? Why are you doing so?
I am trying to take a break from the internet (I’m failing, btw) because I need a break from the drama that happens on here. I already have enough to deal with in the real world. I do, don’t you dare say you don’t, often wish the world was all smiles and rainbows and butterflies. I bet you all have fantasized that, or even just had a single thought of it. I wish I could just take a break from the world, though. From the hurt, from the ‘friends,’ from everything. I wish I could just wander the streets all my life, where it rained everyday, and be totally carefree. That’s it. That’s the life. Being free. Of all feelings, of all hurt, of all people, of all everything.
I’m sorry if this brought any of you down. I just really wanted to post this. And I want to see your responses, too. Please, post in the comments your answers to these questions, I am eager to learn.
December 22, 2009 at 11:25 pm
1. My definition of a friend? It would have to be someone who sticks with you for better or worse, someone who supports you unfailingly, someone who you can count on, someone who counts on you.
2. I wonder about the causes behind the actions all the time. It’s always ‘Why are we doing this? It has nothing to do with trapezoids and triangles!’ or ‘Why was Sue Sylvester so nice to that disabled girl? She has no soul!’. I can’t get through the day without questioning actions.
3. It’s simple: I remember things because they were exceptionally beautiful, touching, fun, painful, etc. I don’t remember things because I erase them from memory. Those instances unfailingly involve particularly bad experiences and terrible rudeness on my part of which I become ashamed. I simply act like these things never happened, and if I find that I’m starting to think about them, I shut my thoughts down and find a random topic to ponder instead.
4. I, like you, took a break from the Internet. It was taking up too much room in my life that should have been used for more productive things. I took a break from my friends for a while. They were being way too loud at lunch and I didn’t want to be around when the teachers got them in trouble for it.
December 26, 2009 at 7:35 am
Lemon, I just wanted to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for actively replying to my blog posts. <3 It means a lot.
I love reading from you as well
Thanks for sharing your point of view!
December 31, 2009 at 7:22 am
:C Well, for me, it’s hard to define the meaning of a friend. I just (at this moment) can’t really explain it (fail =n=)
I always wonder why people do things. I mean, everyone does, at least once, right? I always wanna know what drives people to do stuff, like, crazy stuff and all. @n@;;
I remember bad and good things from my past. Mostly bad things, ’cause they leave a scar in my memories, and they hurt so much that it’s hard to forget them. But I don’t like remembering them. ;u; I like the happy memories (which uh, I seem to forget most |: )
And actually, when I was going through a tough time with my friends (I cried like, almost every day. But that’s another story~) I wished that I could live in a world where everyone would be nice, happy, smiling. No hurt, or pain. I loved thinking about it ’cause it would have felt so nice to live in a world where you can’t get hurt, but I hated it a lot also because I had to remember that there wouldn’t be a world like that when I opened my eyes. =u=; I still think about it, because a carefree world would be a nice break from the present. And in that world, >:3 I could dance in the rain, relax in the sun, and (This part is fail), I had friends that were nice and didn’t ignore me, and stood up for me.
And I’m trying to take a break from the internet but I’m so addicted. So, I decided to take a break from drama, and all that junk. I also took a break from giving drawings to my friends, ’cause someone said something that like, stabbed me. ( OTL I’m still very aware of it)
And your post didn’t bring me down. ;u; I’ve actually been wanting to talk about this, but being mature with my friends? Uh, that would be very awkard. (Sorry if this comment turns out longgg OTL) Bai~ :3
December 31, 2009 at 7:23 am
ಠ_ಠ Very. Long. Comment. Sorriez ;A; Once, I start, I can’t stop. >:C But I shall stop nowww.