Why do I see myself tagged into a picture that belongs to an album named sweet hearts? If you still took us as sweethearts, why was it the last time I saw you was in November 2007? If you still cared, why haven’t I got any text from you over these months? You were always busy, always with the “ok nvm. Another time.” When is s your another time then? We are already exhausted from time and again your rejection to all proposed meet ups. Be it work, relationship, school or family – we have them too. Why can we make the effort to meet up and yet you don’t. Oh yes, perhaps you do. I see you pictures smiling all so happily in those pictures in bikini and in Sentosa. Just that the other people in your pictures are never us.
Friends. We meet them, love them, hug them, laugh and cry with them, we hate them. Hate them for coming into our lives and making us happier; create that bond that you never even want to break, be there for them whenever they needed someone and think of them so very often. Yet they take you for granted. Call you only when they need help, meet you up when they have no more plans or friends, last minute notifications and they expect you to come, expect us to chat with you only when you are free and not the other way around. Forsake you when they meet someone new as a bf/gf in their lives – or even humiliate you when you don’t deserve a bit.
Put it into crude terms, yes, friends are there for you to make use of. But really, there are times that you show you truly care and love us. Did you? I missed you nonetheless. I can’t help thinking periodically if your job is doing better and if everything at home is fine for you, etc. Then, I bet you don’t think the same way for me. Or maybe you would, when you are absolutely free.
Facebook has an application that sells friends, don’t they? I refuse to add them because it’s retarded and all my friends are priceless. No amount of money can make me sell them. I guess I should think again. Some friends that I place high regards for should be sold to someone else who has a bigger heart to hold such tortures they give.
They say you lose friends as you grow old. How true. I can only hold on tightly to those who still grow up with me. There was a time when I was younger I wanted the world to like me. I went around everywhere to make friends and love the pure attention by hearing my name being called when I walk through my campus or workplaces. Childish fool. I’m older now. I only wish for those whom grew up with me stay. It isn’t the quantity but the quality of the friends that you make and keep.
Labels: feeling philosophical, friends
