Accéder au contenu principal

Friendships

Today, I met a girl we went to school together five years ago, she was with another one we studied together in primary eight years ago. I recognized them and they recognized me, but that’s where it ended. If we had tried to talk to each other it would have been some shushed awkward small talk.

This made me wonder what makes friendships last. What keeps the light going. And this is something I can only speculate about as I have no super long term friendships. By super long friendships I mean those that last more then five years. The friends I had then we’re either estranged or I follow them on social media or we have small talks every other year.

In the past years I have learned a bit of what makes friendships stronger. One, it is to has to be a two way friendship, if both parties are not interested in making it last then it will dwindle into nothingness.
The second and most important thing I learned is to give space your friends. Nobody wants a clingy friend no matter how good they are. We have to acknowledge that our friends have friends and that they need to give them time too. So whoever much we need them all the time we have to let them go once in a while so that they can tend to their other friends.

I consider myself a good friend, but sometimes I feel guilty of not being much of help. Sometimes it seems I’m getting so much and giving so little. However, I try to suppress the guilt because I assume they do it willingly and that one day I’ll get a chance to be of help.

Despite being a good friend, I have trouble making friends. I have been studying at a university for almost three months and I only have two friends and six acquaintances. I don’t know how to attract people, to make them know that I could be a good friend and that I need them as friends. However this is something I’ll have to learn to live with unless there is something I can do to change it.

Commentaires

Posts les plus consultés de ce blog

Blake 11: a psychiatric hospital review

This one is from a while ago, so some details will be a bit here and there. The first time I was hospitalized for my mental illness, which is also the time I was diagnosed, I was at Massachusetts General Hospital (MGH). The story of how I got there is in another blogpost. It was the 28th February 2018. I was sent to MGH for a wellness check. I rode with the MIT EMT. They did my labs and all my minerals and fluids were wack. I had spent almost two months without eating and drinking little water. Even though I got there around 10pm I wasn’t seen by a doctor until 2am.  That was because they were trying to give me fluids so that my levels would get close to normal. They also gave me food. A fruit bar and tuna sandwich.  When I met with the doctor, I broke into tears as one does. I told him the analogy of the tree falling in the forest but life/ death edition. We talked about lots of stuff. At the end of our discussion he told me I have bipolar disorder. I didn’t kn...

Impromptu Poems

1. They came to us running Lusting over our brains The pocketful of vegetables So slow yet so strong Full of savagery It couldn’t be compared So, we had to choose: Fight or flight Help or denial The weak or the strong. We wait for the weak And we lose ourselves We leave them behind, And we lose them forever. A dilemma Who to save? Who to leave? This was inspired from a debate motion saying," in case of a Zombie attack, do we wait for the weak" 2. Standing in front of us, They hold our brains Filling them up Opening them up All these new words The insane concepts The beauty of what lies ahead Quickly scribbling new teachings As if they were scriptures We seek to express But we are impressed How does someone know so much? This should be illegal Either way, it isn’t That’s where the beauty lies Written when I visited the beginner's class during the dreamers camp 2016

A letter to ggast class of 2017

Dear Gashora Girls Academy class of 2017, As I write this, I am in the MIT orientation. Last year at this exact time I was at home, sick. Less than a week earlier, I had a mental breakdown. The next day I was given permission to go home, and this marked the first of many trips I took home that term. I might have had a slightly different experience in the last term, but I believe I can give you some words of wisdom. Senior six (grade 12) was a frightening year for me. I was not a proactive person, and I liked​ to keep things to myself. Selling myself to a college seemed so hard for me. I had to talk to Mr John, our University counselor, do research, standardized tests, and all those things. I didn't know where to start. I was simply confused, so I stopped everything. I started the year with a 31 score in ACT practice, however, it went downhill from there. When I'm overwhelmed with multiple thing to do, I tend to freeze and not do anything at all. So I stopped ACT pract...