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Atilla, his victory won...
As usual, I'm feeling rather shitty. This time it's pretty exclusively people though, rather than the mish-mash of things conspiring against me.
I try to be friends with people, because I try to be a nice person. Granted I don't even bother trying half the time, but still... it's irritating when other people don't give a crap, or just act like asses. Yes, I am aware of the hypocrisy in that paragraph.
I think I was right when I was speaking with Adric that it seems that the only people that seem to even attempt being good friends are people born in 1986, the year of the Tiger where they try their best to be true-blue friends. Granted there are a few exceptions, like always, but as a general rule of thumb, it seems to hold up.
I can name these exceptions, but suffice to say that out of all the people I know, the people that weren't born in 1986 that make good friends I can count on my fingers of my one hand.
I'm not biased enough to just say that the main reason is because these people grew up at the same rate, went through the same experiences at the same time, growing up with them... it's not that. At least, it's not that significant. It never meant much to me, and I don't rely on bringing up good memories from the past to bring a smile. (Those kinds of things tend to have people feeling left out.)
Or maybe it's just the fact that the people I seem to hang around with a lot more these days are assholes. Or the problem lies within me. Seeing as I'm feeling more bitter than shitty today, I'll go with the former for now.
...or I could stop holding people to unreasonably high standards.
Now, I should go deal with this blood running down my leg.
last modified Jun 12, 2005 at 23:04
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