Friends come strange.
I try not to go out of my way to be friends with a person. I feel like if it’s meant for us to know each other, it’ll happen. For example, there’s this kid in my school and the first time I saw him, I thought “Wow, I wanna know him. I’m not approaching him, though.” And lo and behold! We’re buddies.
Somehow I always find myself becoming fond of people I either dislike or just plain can’t stand. My therapist says I notice the characteristics I can’t stand in others that I find in myself. Well, if I end up adoring the people I hate and the people I hate have the same characteristics as I, then haven’t I learned to love myself? I’d say.
Also, I think it’s amazing how I had outcasts and scapegoats for bffs when I was little, and now that I’ve grown I’ve got all sorts of people confiding in me.
And how awkward is love when the other just wants to be friends? Who cares how awkward it gets—as long as you don’t talk crap about the person, you can at least remain friends. Don’t turn a sweet relationship bitter just because you can’t handle the circumstances. By the way, this is not my love life I’m talking about right here. I refuse to broadcast my love life on tumblr.
But friends are a different story.