Since I have secretly been sarcastically rolling my eyes at
very mention of “you are an amazing friend I <3 <3 <3 you” on
facebook, I decided to go full-on on this:
To be very honest, I do not get the point of friendship. And
I don’t think I’ve ever had.
The only time I felt friendship was worth something was when
it offered me an escape from my daily nuisances: having so much fun that you
forget everything. But now I just don’t get it because it certainly does not
offer me an escape anymore.
What are friends for? To help you through tough time?
Doesn’t really matter much now does it? Because at the end of the day, you’re
the only one who is facing the tough time no one else. Others simply cannot
shoulder your burden because first, everyone has got enough of their own
problems to add your own to them, and secondly, no one simply cares about
anyone’s problems but theirs. It’s not their fault too. How can anyone understand
what someone else is going through, unless they are going through it
themselves?
Even if they show they care, it will just be for a few seconds,
minutes, hours or days but if its longer than that, you’re in it alone son.
Damn right you are. (For me personally, I’ve experienced care and concern for
an average of few hours in a day when someone suddenly gets an attack of
“wanting to be good friends” (which, I might add, is said just to satisfy their
egos so they can have the comfort of knowing “what good friends” they are.)
Sharing your problems or talking just seems so useless.
There was this girl in my class, brilliant as hell but it seemed like she
didn’t have any good friends and I kind of felt sad for her. But now I finally
get it. It’s so damn useless. Oh I want help you, I care about you, the hell
you do. I’ll see how long you’ll stick around after saying that.
What only really helps is family. Because they are just as
much affected by your problems as you are so they try to help you overcome
them. Other than that, everything else is pretty much just a lie we tell
ourselves to not appear or feel so alone.
Yes I know this rant seems pretty lonesome and bitter. But
seriously, who would you call to bury a body if you murdered someone? (That
probably wasn’t such a good question because many of my imaginary fan-base will
say MY FRIEND, to which, I will be rendered speechless. But since it’s MY
imaginary fan-base, I’ll just imagine them agreeing with me *perks of talking
to imaginary fan-base rather than real humans*)
Well, that is enough unfair bitterness for today. I’m sure
there are many awesome people out there who are amazing friends. To them I
would like to say:
FUCK YOU
Peace-out \/
*drops mic*
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