about over 8 years ago
Found some old pieces of paper when I was paranoid about my relationships.
Around four, five years ago.
It’s sometimes a bit amusing (or I suppose it isn’t at all) how some people talk behind your back and expect you, unaware, to remain friends with them.
I think it devalues the meaning of friendship, in which you should be offering trust and honesty.
I think that’s why I can’t exactly call some people friends — my criteria are high enough already for anyone to even be one, let alone a best friend.
Maybe it’s just sadboi hours and I’m reflecting on that, but I still feel that knowing what they said to me — and to say that I can’t keep secrets, to imply that I’m not trustworthy — is hurtful. But with this I will only more firmly remember: be kind, because everyone’s fighting a battle you can’t imagine.
Around four, five years ago.
It’s sometimes a bit amusing (or I suppose it isn’t at all) how some people talk behind your back and expect you, unaware, to remain friends with them.
I think it devalues the meaning of friendship, in which you should be offering trust and honesty.
I think that’s why I can’t exactly call some people friends — my criteria are high enough already for anyone to even be one, let alone a best friend.
Maybe it’s just sadboi hours and I’m reflecting on that, but I still feel that knowing what they said to me — and to say that I can’t keep secrets, to imply that I’m not trustworthy — is hurtful. But with this I will only more firmly remember: be kind, because everyone’s fighting a battle you can’t imagine.
