Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Lately, I kinda realised that I don't
really have many friends. Not as many as I
think I do. It's been a gruelling task to
ask people out for a game or two. Things
like that. Some people tell me that it
doesn't matter if you have many friends or
not. You just need a few good friends. Yet,
I beg to differ since these good friends
are lost so easily - everything in life is
vulnerable, not just life itself. And I
kinda gave up looking for any.

It's extremely painful for a good friend to
write you off over simple, silly mistakes.
Mistakes you can easily erase. The only
obstacle stands is your pettiness. You are
petty. And it is a real pity.

It is definitely undeniable that we have
put in efforts to seek reconciliation and
understanding but obviously, your obstinate
and unreasonable behaviour have been displayed,
this deems our efforts futile and in vain.
Which disgusts me to have stooped low enough,
bearing a sincere heart of keeping a good
friend by my side. You are officially deemed
as someone who is not worthy. Someone far from
magnanimous. More easily swayed by the evil
insinuations that have plagued your once-thought
intelligent mind. It is a pity.

The devils by your side are seen more like angels,
oblivious to your myopic sight. You have failed
to see the good and chose to see more in the bad.
Who's truly good to you, who truly cares, these
facts you have chosen ignorance and took granted
for. We have tried to patch things up cause we
saw value in it. Value in the friendship, that is.
Looks like they're far from being appreciated.

You see, we're unlike those who see friends as
minions, whom should altruistically serve only
them, treating them like dirt more than mere
friends. As friends, we care, we ask about your
day, etc. As friends, we lend a listening ear,
attempt to comfort and nurse your bruised heart
from any misgivings. All these forgotten,
unappreciated and taken for granted. Much less,
reciprocated. Long live the queen - this is what
she expects.

Would the queen please ask herself, if she even
remembers, that her minions stood by her side,
waited and never complained, tried to comfort
her but dismissed with awkwardness by sheer
coldness? To all these, I know for sure that
she will say, 'I did not ask for the treatment'.
Neither did we choose to be your gracious minions.
It is a pity.

I am very disappointed in these people. Utterly.
Regretfully. Nonetheless, these words are just
mere words with no objective as to even hope for
their realisation - or by any fat chance -
revolution. They will forever live in the dark
and be oblivious to their faults, as they deepen
and harden against themselves. When the days
come to an end, the conclusion that's left is still,
'I'm right, they are all wrong.'

It is a pity.
dimwit at 7/21/2009 10:52:00 PM