Wednesday, December 23, 2009

What Sort of Friends

This is one of those ego post because I'm feeling quite egoistical today.

I realized that most often than not the people around me, and more so people that becomes close to me as friends even, need to have this certain degree of attitude about them. Along with virtues. Along with panache in their very own right.

In short, I feel I could only relate to people with an identity, be it whatever.

Which explains why, I have only a handful of friends which I could gel perfectly well.

I've come to realized I demand people to keep me going as much as I keep them going. And if this fails, the friendship / relationship gets broken. And most often than not, I ended up leaving people behind to continue dwelling with their lives which I don't want to be part of. Mainly for reason that I don't want to be part of their sordid journey that they stubbornly choose to lead.

I know. I sound very selfish. Very picky. Very bitchy. Very arrogant. Very judgmental.

But this is the truth.

Only interesting people intrigues me to a friendship. Only people who fills me in with their lives keep me interested being friends because they keep me going. Not because I want to be part of their life and cramp their style (which most posers do).

It simply is that, such people indirectly remind me to live my life, my way, my style. And they always have things to share - good or bad, happy or sad. And that's living.

So I'm really sorry people, if I have ditched any friendship / relationship we used to have. I'm not saying I'm too good for you. I'm saying I need a life and I thrive on friendships / relationships that makes me want to have a life.

Because, fundamentally, that is what I really am all about - living life. Arrogant it may sound.