over it.
A bit of self reflection has led me to the conclusion that I am a very loyal friend. Loyal to an outrageous degree. I will defend and fight for my friends to the death, whether or not they're in the right or the wrong. Disfunctional? Maybe. But you have to earn my loyalty. It comes with a price. Not a steep one, for sure, but I don't just glue myself to a relationship without a small return. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS BE THERE FOR ME. Be my friend and I am loyal to you. No questions asked. Ask about me, shoot me a text, post on my wall, send me an email, call me up just to chat, basically act like you remember I'm alive. That's it. One of those things, every once in awhile qualifies you as my friend. Easy? Well, you'd think so.
More self reflection: Is the problem me? Am I too hard to get a hold of? Have I left myself too unavailable? Am I expecting too much? Are we all too busy? If that's the case, how sad. Do I need to give the above speech to myself? Am I a little too self-involved these days? That's not my intention. I would hope that I could focus on others enough to qualify for their friendship. Maybe I'm too tired of being the only one there. Too many just decided to leave me in the dust, when I could have kept up if they'd let me.
Maybe I just really need to get out of Utah. It snowed today. I've been so good about not complaining about the weather this winter (ask P. I've been a saint compared with last year), but we get in to April, and I'm a little more critical of mother nature.
I've got the blues (not the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese kind).
More self reflection: Is the problem me? Am I too hard to get a hold of? Have I left myself too unavailable? Am I expecting too much? Are we all too busy? If that's the case, how sad. Do I need to give the above speech to myself? Am I a little too self-involved these days? That's not my intention. I would hope that I could focus on others enough to qualify for their friendship. Maybe I'm too tired of being the only one there. Too many just decided to leave me in the dust, when I could have kept up if they'd let me.
Maybe I just really need to get out of Utah. It snowed today. I've been so good about not complaining about the weather this winter (ask P. I've been a saint compared with last year), but we get in to April, and I'm a little more critical of mother nature.
I've got the blues (not the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese kind).
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