I was hanging out with my pal, Phil, and he was telling me about his friends from around the world. At the conclusion of his story, he goes, "Yeah, now we're totally BFF." I'm like, "BFF, what's that?"
Best friends forever.
It also describes a syndrome where people (usually fanatics) who meet the other people (usually the objects of their affection) imagine them to be instant friends or cohorts, based on few, usually singular, encounters.
I must admit, I am guilty of the same.
Bobby, you'll probably never read this but it'll make me feel better anyway... Sorry I didn't get to see you off to Korea! Hope you have a fun time. And when you come back, I wanna hear all about it... And we should hang out more. So. Have a safe trip, come back in one piece, all Psi U and Sigma of you.
Kind of a touchy feely moment in the movie... But I just wanna say... I always tried giving people the world, but the ones that mean most to me just kinda reflected it back to me, leaving me with no choice but to feel good about it.
I was talking to a friend of mine once... Adam. And I asked him, why are we friends? Why are we friends with people? I have certain beliefs that I hold strongly and some people are in opposition to that... So why hang out with them at all?
And Adam told me... We're friends because we're not perfect. That even through all of the differences and strife, we can come to some concensus that neither of us is perfect. But we are friends.
A message as simple as that seems to be the strongest to me. And now, in college, it's the most difficult to exercise.
So I was watching G4, thinking, Chris Leary = Andre.
Have you ever looked at somebody and their facial features, their moderate isms, are just screaming somebody you know? It just makes me think of if they're related or not, or what if they met up, or would people agree with me? Yeah.
It's a German thing (see above).
Insert fortune cookie line here, in bed.
Insert road sign text here, in my pants. (Learned from Miniversity night out at Chevy's)
Did you ever get the low-down on a secret agent? I know I did... It's what INTJs do to ENFPs.
Hmm, that's weird... The two British (English?) people I know are ENFPs...
After what transpired, I can only conclude that I'm a very dysfunctional person, destined to die single, but happy in some twisted way. Twisted like the way my back ached...
But, uhh... It was a good time. It was a time, how about that.
Mark did a good job. =)
One of the only things I was ever good at was feeling how others feel... If they were happy, I was really happy. Happy myself and happy for them. Then, we could revel in each other's happiness.
Important things to have at my birthday gathering: BBQ, rice, lumpia, and lots and lots of Dr. Pepper, my favorite drink for my favorite friends.
Inspiration runs through me like electricity. I'm happy when you're happy, and I'm the happiest right now. You did a great job, and always do. Rock on.
When meeting a friend of a friend, am I the only one who wondows to what capacity do these friends know each other?
"Mark, meet my friend Bob."
"Dude, how do you and Bob know each other?"
"We [insert activity] together."
What does this mean?
i failed as a friend to you. so i'd like to say i'm sorry. i had to take some time out of my life for myself. so if you can forgive me lets make ameds and then we can start again this something i've been missing.i've been missing you.
I'd like to say that I take my cues from everyone else... Sad when sad, and happy when happy. But in this case, if someone else is sad, and I can do something about it, then I will damn well be happy. For their sake. Cuz who doesn't need a shoulder to lean on every once in a while. That's everlasting support.
I don't.
I don't understand, that is. I don't understand how I can project so much feeling to a select few things... And then other times, when things like that burn me, I have so much hate... Hate that erases any sort of meaning or sentiment within me. As in it's so much easier to hate someone or something than to have the energy to love it...
Hate is easy. Hate is preferable. Hate puts me at ease when life is unsatisfying... But why.
It just destroys everything in my path... Until I remember that other thing. Called regret. Or forgiveness. Whatever. Forgiveness should be squashed by Hate because Hate is cool. Hate is objective, I think.
Whatever. They had it coming.
But I'd just like to know, for posterity and safety's sake, that I'm mostly a calm person. I don't like to hate. I'm not hateful. It's just that under certain circumstances, when I get charged, I really do get charged. And it's not pretty.
I'm just saying.
Walks like a duck, talks like a duck, looks like a duck, gets mistaken for a duck... What is it?
Something that won't stop fighting the good fight, that's for sure.
Did you ever feel obligated... Obligated to just burn time and enjoy yourself, even if you never originally intended to? Mainly for the sake of the other person, but maybe deep down inside, you're enjoying yourself, too?
Obligated to help out, solely via some association, completely without rationale... To only realize later, after being engulfed in a swarm of passion and goodness that the association itself is reason and reason good enough to merit anything at all?
Obligated to give and give, especially to the younger generation... That everything you do influences someone, and that someone might be watching... Obligated to show them the brightest future possible, turning your mistakes into words of wisdom...
Or obligated to give back to those who've given you so much day in and day out. Those who give you life and reason to wake up every morning.
Obligated? Bleh. I think I just do what I do.
I always thought I'd have someome to tell everything to, like a best friend figure... But every day I live, I find that not to be the case. Even then, it's difficult to let go of such a great vision...