Am I Wrong?
I was wrong. Yes, it is not everyday that I make such a statement so openly. But here I declare, I was wrong. Refer to the previous post when I mentioned my undisclosed problem. Turns out, I was wrong, there is no problem at all, and I did waste a lot of time and gave myself a huge load of unnecessary stress. Foolish isn’t it? How conjecture can get you thinking so hard, when you just made a wild guess. Maybe its something that will change in time.
Mmmm, change. My opinions and views have drastically changed in the past few weeks. Again, I speak of how things that I never expected to happen, happen. It’s just one of those things. Anyway, for now, I shall attempt to write on a subject I am unfamiliar with. Popularity. Is it so important? Why do people go out of their way to try and be popular, or to look popular? Is it really that great, having everybody knowing you? In a way it does help, if you’re known for something good, like the guy who is the best friend you can have. What if you’re notorious, people know you’re a jerk and you’re proud of it. Is it really that important? And then there are some that use underhand means to raise their popularity. This, in my opinion is the worst thing one can do. Ever. You try to become popular through relation, you make friends with the prettiest girl, or the most rebellious guy, in an attempt to be known as “The friend of the pretty girl”. Maybe it’s just me, or another one of my opinions that will change in the days to come. Personally, I prefer to stay lowkey.
Why do you want everyone to know you? Maybe you want to be the popular one who people want to hang around. So these people that cling to you, are they true friends? Do they really want to be friends with you? Or do they just want something from you? The paranoid cuts off all people from his life because he beleives everybody wants something from him. So I ask you, if a great number of people are trying to be friends with you, and you know almost all of them want something from you, what yould you do?
Some people hide behind masks. I think I’ve mentioned this is one of my earlier posts. People hide behind masks and do not show their true self. Recently, I’ve met people who do not just hide their self, but their intentions. Behind that guileless smile is someone ready to introduce your back to his/her knife. Always be careful, you never know when some of the people you consider your friends might stab you in the back.
Is it the quantity of friends that matter? Or is it the quality of friends that matter. When I become friends with someone, I like to believe it will be a lasting friendship, one that can survive the test of time and that will continue on a long time into adulthood. Human beings are social animals, without friends and family, we cannot survive. Everybody depends on somebody else. Everybody wants to be needed. If in this world nobody needs you, then your existence is void. But no worries, there is someone out there who needs you, and you don’t need to have a large number of friends to have that. You will know when you have made great friends. I’ve known some of mine for four years, some for seven years. These I believe are the friends that I can count on when I need help. These, I want to believe are my true friends. However, this does not mean the people that I have met recently aren’t true friends. I want to believe that the people I meet are people I can count on, and hopefully, I have already met some of the people whom I can forge a lasting friendship with.
