Friends

My friend circle is really small; it does mean that I am selective.

Yes, true.

I choose my friends, and sometimes, they choose me. The later one is highly unlikely since I am not really that promising to be their friends :p
I may talk to random people on the bus (stop), but not often.
I enjoy my long conversation with a few people because I feel comfortable to have a witty chat with them.
Once I get to know them, I will treat them very well, and keep all my promises to them no matter what.

Sometimes, people misunderstand that I only come to them when I need something from them because I rarely talk to them on a daily basis.
I can’t be a super nice person and please everyone, so, they will feel uneasy to reject me when I ask a help from them. I think that it is cruel.

I may have a different way to make friends and different understanding of friendship; it is just the way I am.

I don’t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.

Plutarch

A song about friend: Monita Tahalea – Hai

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