Blog Entry
Maybe I have few friends because I find it unecessary to smile in the faces of those I don't like. I lead myself and find it difficult to follow. I say how I feel and my actions definitely speak louder than words. At the end of the day, I'm me. I came into this world alone and I'll die alone. So since this is true and factual, why should I waste life trying to please those who'll forget my name a year from now, or who'll be my source of embarrassment a second from now? Why should I fake what's real and let my actions persuade a person to think that I have their best interest at heart, when I know I really don't? Why should I lie and pretend that they're the people I want to surround my world with, when I absolutely know that they're not? Some say I'm mean, or that I'm cold, but I see it as complete and utter honesty. I'm not like the next person, friends are not what I live for. Surviving this thing we call life, is the thing that matters the most. I am content knowing that if I had to, I could stand alone, and feel comfortable in my own company. I don't have to worry about turning my back on myself, or stabbing myself in the back. On the other hand, I do have to worry about others doing these things to me. So to stand alone takes the weight off of my shoulders and maybe that's why there's a shortage of friends for me.