Sad Rant, words I can't tell her personally


I once told by you, a friend, to stop reading wonderful books, theories, histories and myths because it's slowly making me weird which then leads you to stop following my train of thoughts and stories. By then, I understand you because really, I blame myself because I can't stop talking about it even though I can notice that little by little you and the others stop listening while I'm on the middle of my story and that somehow feels painful than anyone could ever know because aside from the fact that they don't listen, that I look silly and weird and ignored, the more painful thing is that friends should be there to support you, may you can be silly or weird, they don't necessarily have to listen but it was a sad feeling of being shut down, as if you don't matter. A friend loves you for who you are, a friend is a person who is always there - weird or not, he/she must understand and accept each other's weirdness and not try to change it and eliminate it. What kind of person does that? I respect your feelings for it because you're my friend but I will not just give up reading and being weird because I love to read and I love being weird, that's one thing you should take note about me. That may sound selfish but I would never try to tell you to change and stop doing what you love. Even if my perception is different, I would still respect other people. When it comes to loving a person, I love them fully with all my heart. And, you, my friend, once you become dear to me, you will always have a part of my heart and I will always make a time to make you feel that you matter in this world and you are special and as a friend, was it bad to ask you to appreciate it and acknowledge it and to appreciate and acknowledge me? Just like the cigarette you keep on sticking on your gums more than twice a day, I am not judging you for it nor telling you stop it. I respect the fact that it is your escape and that is already something that you can't stop, I sometimes find it cool and treat as something you really need each day and support you for it. I actually tried it for myself to let you feel that it is okay to smoke if that's what you want. My books are like your cigarette and the smell of nicotine on your body is like my weirdness. We all have our own addiction and own thing that stick to us. We don't have the power to change each other's differences instead, we just have to respect and accept it. No matter who you are, no matter where you from.


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