- i taked about this before, but today there's another twist -
its what you do when you're with your friends, when you're with your family, doctor, neighbour...
its what you do with almost.. Almost everyone...
as flawed humans we tend to love talking about other, throwing your casual insult, your typical ditch and your not so slippery freudian slip.
but... we tend to morph into raging bitchs when anyone says somthing about us.
i wont be so self richeous and sit her talking about how i dont gossip, because i fucking gossip like a depressed houseife who's cheating on her husband with the schools' celibacy club president who's about fifteen years old younger than her.
but you see, i have certain guide rules, i mean i dont gossip your misory, i just... transfer your news into another mutual friend, and in mutual friend i mean a real friend who we have in common, not some crazy assed mother fucker who works in dental cafeteria whom you pass by every day ever so politly and buy your coffee.
moving on, i'm an easy target for gossip, thats why my hair is too huge LOL, any way, so people gossip about me, which is normal and we wont talk about that, but when people gossip with me about other... well... here's an issue!
i never really cared much about the girl with the snaggle tooth if she's getting more action than the whole class, i mean there isnt any law against snagle teeth, plus the guys in my uni would dive head first in any invagination, even if its a cows booty chopped and hung...
i never really cared for "x"'s girlfriend and seriously, the bit about her being gassy while they made out after eating mcdonalds is not a brighter addition intelectual knowledge.
one piece of good gossip is about professor hedaya and how she was cuaght feeling up a girls breast... i always thought she was a dyke... it was really nice to talk shit about her!
i know allot of secrets, and i never share them, when ever i'm told a secret it goes away and fades, like like it was never told, so gossiping secrets is not really something i enjoy...
and to be frank gossiping always puts people in trouble, so i tend to preferf open chat circles with my friends, i mean why talk about it behind the person if the person himself can tell us and we can publicly humiliate/support/DEEEEPLY HUMILIATE him?
one more last thing...
we had a guy at our college, who calls him self "the hose" well, the hose always talks shit about me, and i never bothered, but today a friend whom "the hose" wanted to screw for the longest time told me that when he saw her cleavage, his hose... kinda died :D
and its not really a hose its a long... stick, like a really long pencile!
poor hose guy!
and i hope i dont get my ass kicked tomorrow in class ;p!
ps: yall we gotta submit ower paper sheets for the crown research!!! dont tell me you didnt get this coz yall RSS to my posts!
Showing posts with label friendships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendships. Show all posts
OMG! We R So BFF'S!
i'm social, i guess, i mean i know many people, i hang out with allot of peeps, i tend to be at the rather cool parties sometimes, which leave the hideous awful ones for most of the time ;), i eat out with friends, chill and smoke up with a few.
but like so many others i tend to choose one group to... stick with, kinda like wolves in a pack... well most likely goats in a herd now that i think about ut!
i tend to believe my... pack!
i have a certian trust when it comes around them, so when my "friends" said baby s. get a Black berry we'd bbm and stay in touch when you're in cairo, omg that would be awesome, you would have to spend much to communicate with us, no need for emails, just zap! and u tell us whats going on and we tell you, OMG OMG OMG! etc... etc...!
terns out... its a loud of crap!
see i found out when you are not in the same region as your fellow goats, the goats dont communicate much with you, they either envy you for what you have or they replace you with a mediocere version of you, who honestly, look worse, talk trash and seriously seriously in need to gain a prospective about them selves, cuase having a beer gut is not sexy at all!
now, what spawned this topic is the fact that i was having drinks with an old friend last weeks, he's a tele-marketer, rather well known in the arab world, not by face but by name, he told me about how he traveled from kuwait to london to study marketing and ideology - something that to this day i can't possibly comprehend! -, and how he felt alone even though he knew about 700 people and he was out all night.
i jumped in and said that it might be because he was single, but he gave me that look, that made me reliese.... i'm single and thats not a reason to feel alone!
he told me that his feeling was because of the fact that the people who he thought we're real companions werent at all for real, explaining further more, he told me that they stayed the same, they got in touch but he found that when worse comes to worst they wouldnt stick up to him, they would just pep talk him, and idea we certainly both agreed on is that... they were not worth it.
a marlboro light later and an espresso got us to the point that real friends are the one who you start your friendship at childhood, school and after college.
and he didnt explain more becuase we had to abrubtly change the subject when his date arrived but i got to thinking...
was it true?
well... yes!
in a way, people who know you from childhood got accostomed to you and undertood your behaviour, people in school were forced to see you everyday, unlike people in college, and after college, work wise and social life wise, no one will be forced to be with you unless they wanted to.
that doesnt mean one has to wait untill after college to bond with someone and become real friends, because many have real friends in the periods we exluded, but it makes sense and it is simply understandable to me.
now i'm not saying that the all friends i have now wont last or whatever, but currently, most of them are not worth my time, i spend my time with 3 people now, and we go along will, having known them for a year now and we dont have much trouble spending time together.
instead of fighting over something we have a healthy argument, which is absolutly nicer than yelling and screeching, maybe its becuase they're well educated and have good self asteam...
maybe!
but i gotta tell ya!
this BFFFF doesnt really appeal to me any more, i like an F, suits me better, and a hella of allot more decent than the b triple double f's!
but like so many others i tend to choose one group to... stick with, kinda like wolves in a pack... well most likely goats in a herd now that i think about ut!
i tend to believe my... pack!
i have a certian trust when it comes around them, so when my "friends" said baby s. get a Black berry we'd bbm and stay in touch when you're in cairo, omg that would be awesome, you would have to spend much to communicate with us, no need for emails, just zap! and u tell us whats going on and we tell you, OMG OMG OMG! etc... etc...!
terns out... its a loud of crap!
see i found out when you are not in the same region as your fellow goats, the goats dont communicate much with you, they either envy you for what you have or they replace you with a mediocere version of you, who honestly, look worse, talk trash and seriously seriously in need to gain a prospective about them selves, cuase having a beer gut is not sexy at all!
now, what spawned this topic is the fact that i was having drinks with an old friend last weeks, he's a tele-marketer, rather well known in the arab world, not by face but by name, he told me about how he traveled from kuwait to london to study marketing and ideology - something that to this day i can't possibly comprehend! -, and how he felt alone even though he knew about 700 people and he was out all night.
i jumped in and said that it might be because he was single, but he gave me that look, that made me reliese.... i'm single and thats not a reason to feel alone!
he told me that his feeling was because of the fact that the people who he thought we're real companions werent at all for real, explaining further more, he told me that they stayed the same, they got in touch but he found that when worse comes to worst they wouldnt stick up to him, they would just pep talk him, and idea we certainly both agreed on is that... they were not worth it.
a marlboro light later and an espresso got us to the point that real friends are the one who you start your friendship at childhood, school and after college.
and he didnt explain more becuase we had to abrubtly change the subject when his date arrived but i got to thinking...
was it true?
well... yes!
in a way, people who know you from childhood got accostomed to you and undertood your behaviour, people in school were forced to see you everyday, unlike people in college, and after college, work wise and social life wise, no one will be forced to be with you unless they wanted to.
that doesnt mean one has to wait untill after college to bond with someone and become real friends, because many have real friends in the periods we exluded, but it makes sense and it is simply understandable to me.
now i'm not saying that the all friends i have now wont last or whatever, but currently, most of them are not worth my time, i spend my time with 3 people now, and we go along will, having known them for a year now and we dont have much trouble spending time together.
instead of fighting over something we have a healthy argument, which is absolutly nicer than yelling and screeching, maybe its becuase they're well educated and have good self asteam...
maybe!
but i gotta tell ya!
this BFFFF doesnt really appeal to me any more, i like an F, suits me better, and a hella of allot more decent than the b triple double f's!
To S.
my friend shoug called me the other day and i started telling her a few things about whats going on.
the cinversation was long, and she ended it up with "babe, untill you learn to love yourself, you will never know how to love any body else"
friends - my last post for an indifinate period of time
i was wondering ... whats the definition of friends?
well i dont know what it is to you, but let me talk about my Dear friends.
to me...
they are the ones who are always *by my side* especially on *Special occasiouns*
they are the ones who *can keep your secret* infact they are so good at keeping secrets, *especially mine*
they are the ones who *share* your life especially *share what you have*
they are the ones who when you have a problem, they are there for you and *ON TOP* of you lending hands and *feet*
they are the ones who you could count on for reminding you of beautiful moments especially the not so beautiful ones.
yes, friends, you can live with them, and you sure as hell can not live without them.
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notice:
i might never write in this blog again, i dont know.
there is just too much toxicity in my soul, i just can not see through... i can not see people, i can not hear them, i can not feel.
well i dont know what it is to you, but let me talk about my Dear friends.
to me...
they are the ones who are always *by my side* especially on *Special occasiouns*
they are the ones who *can keep your secret* infact they are so good at keeping secrets, *especially mine*
they are the ones who *share* your life especially *share what you have*
they are the ones who when you have a problem, they are there for you and *ON TOP* of you lending hands and *feet*
they are the ones who you could count on for reminding you of beautiful moments especially the not so beautiful ones.
yes, friends, you can live with them, and you sure as hell can not live without them.
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notice:
i might never write in this blog again, i dont know.
there is just too much toxicity in my soul, i just can not see through... i can not see people, i can not hear them, i can not feel.
Is it a pattern?
Some friends and I always wondered why I meet the wrong people.
Why am I always attracted to the troubled kid? And always reach out to help him/her, and get bitten in the ass each time I do it?
Why do I always try to keep my connection with that kid, even when I see rejection flying and feel it like a blunt hit to the head?
I think... It's because some times, I think I can relate to what they feel you know?
Like what they think about the world, and how is it a shitty shitty fucked up place!
but its not healthy for me, I always meet up with those people who feed me violence and sardonic thoughts, who always hook me up with misery, people who simultaneously ruining my life while making me laugh to the point I feel like I am going to burst!
you know, I know when the person I am seeing is a bad deal, because the moment I see them no matter how good she looks or how sweet he looks, I just feel that its a bad deal, when I feel like they are a perfect desolation of human evolution, I mean just perfect, but very very sad and self-depressing, they just don't know how good they have it, and just because they lack some materialistic object, they wallow, and keep wallowing!
I attract them somehow, and vice versa, I wish if there was one of those metal detectors, only for people like this, I could just wear that gadget, or register for it online, I am willing to pay seriously, and just get them out of my life!
Again, why do I attract them?
Why do I get attracted to them?
Is it because I love depression and it effects on people?
Is it because I am addicted to misery?
Is it because pain always seduces me into its net?
Is it because I like to take care of people?
Many questions pop into my mind, but I can't seem to find an answer for any of them, I am positive that there is a perfect explanation for this, but I can't seem to get a hold of it!
If only I could detoxify myself from those sad people, somehow I am convinced I would be perfectly happy!
But again, the grass is always greener on the other side, so I am back at square one!
Is it a pattern?
Am I only attracted to sad, miserable, troubled and depressed people?
Why am I always attracted to the troubled kid? And always reach out to help him/her, and get bitten in the ass each time I do it?
Why do I always try to keep my connection with that kid, even when I see rejection flying and feel it like a blunt hit to the head?
I think... It's because some times, I think I can relate to what they feel you know?
Like what they think about the world, and how is it a shitty shitty fucked up place!
but its not healthy for me, I always meet up with those people who feed me violence and sardonic thoughts, who always hook me up with misery, people who simultaneously ruining my life while making me laugh to the point I feel like I am going to burst!
you know, I know when the person I am seeing is a bad deal, because the moment I see them no matter how good she looks or how sweet he looks, I just feel that its a bad deal, when I feel like they are a perfect desolation of human evolution, I mean just perfect, but very very sad and self-depressing, they just don't know how good they have it, and just because they lack some materialistic object, they wallow, and keep wallowing!
I attract them somehow, and vice versa, I wish if there was one of those metal detectors, only for people like this, I could just wear that gadget, or register for it online, I am willing to pay seriously, and just get them out of my life!
Again, why do I attract them?
Why do I get attracted to them?
Is it because I love depression and it effects on people?
Is it because I am addicted to misery?
Is it because pain always seduces me into its net?
Is it because I like to take care of people?
Many questions pop into my mind, but I can't seem to find an answer for any of them, I am positive that there is a perfect explanation for this, but I can't seem to get a hold of it!
If only I could detoxify myself from those sad people, somehow I am convinced I would be perfectly happy!
But again, the grass is always greener on the other side, so I am back at square one!
Is it a pattern?
Am I only attracted to sad, miserable, troubled and depressed people?
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