I’d like to think myself as a very observant person. I get a natural feel for things. People and situations. There was always the option, although limited to three, to show apathy, empathy, and enmity. For everything I come across I made it known to put my own personal stamp of how I felt about…
I waited until I got home to respond to this, but I still can’t help but say that this post spoke volumes. Vinz, I don’t imply for myself to be in the exact situation, nor do I claim that I understand exactly how you feel. However, I recognize the significance of “Image” and why I think it’s a double edged sword.
To tie to the subject of judgement, we as humans do it on a daily basis. We make decisions based on our judgement and past experiences. Knowledge and education become an important factor in determining how these images/situations affect our thoughts. No, I’m not a psychologist, nor do I have any proper education in sociology, however I can’t help but analyze everything in my life… including my friends, and the relationships I have with my peers.
Needless to say, I’m going to the pry away from the post I reblogged, and put in my two cents.
Although life has handed me a ton of crap in the past, I am happy to say that life’s been good lately. No, I’m not in perfect bliss, nor do I claim to be “making bank,” but I’m happy. I’ve been laying low, keeping to myself. Aside from the few Facebook statuses, and check-ins, I don’t really choose to boast about my simple and new quiet lifestyle. But, if a friend were to catch up, I’ll give them honesty.
Living an honest (but modest) life, does have it’s ups as well as it’s unexpected downs. The lighter side is knowing that even though working and growing up is hard work, you begin to appreciate the fruits of your labor that much more…
Where am I going? I swear.. there is a point to this.
Looking back at how my life has panned out, it’s hard to believe that I’ve managed to create enemies. As you grow up, people grow apart. There are people in my life that I still care to catch up with.. but to my surprise, my happiness is nothing more than just a punchline in a joke they tell their peers. Frustrating is one emotion.
Hurt was more like it. Friends I used to hang out with all the time stopped calling me. Jokes I used to think were hilarious, were not as funny anymore… I began to fade into the background. But why was I angry at my friends? …
..It was I who changed.. I grew up.. I changed.
In spite of all this.. I still make time for my friends.
Almost like two different sides of the mirror, my feelings are disregarded and are used against me in this “hypothetical competition” of who can “one-up” another.
Ha, don’t pretend to care about my life, what I’ve done, let alone tell me you are “happy” for me. Just to turn your back, and use my happiness as fuel to your scheme to talk shit.
I guess misery loves it company.
QUICK! Everyone jump on this cynical bandwagon. Hurry! Before you miss it!