But it's another thing when your own friends judge you. Because friends, the real and good kind, don't do that.
Which is why I'm scratching 2 people out of my trusted friends list. They're both guys, by the way. We were at a friend's a party a couple of weeks ago and I was the first to leave. Found out the next day from the host of the party (also a very dear friend) that right after I left, these 2 guys started talking about me and judging me. They were jumping to conclusions, thinking they were right when they didn't even know what the real story was. They didn't know what was really going on with me. The host of the party got so irritated with them that she confronted the two guys and made them leave.
I felt really hurt because I trusted these 2 guys with really big secrets and I respected their opinions and for them to just assume those things about me without even confronting me themselves is just simply beyond me.
I mean, we all have our quirks and whats amazing about friends is that they accept that. Friends think that its your eccentricities that make you so special. And when you're being stubborn and hard-headed, like even when you know its wrong and your friends have done everything to talk some sense into you, but you still go ahead and do the wrong thing, friends don't necessarily need to support you but they stand by you, making sure they're there to pick you up just in case you tumble down.
Friends don't judge. They respect you, the people you love, your choices (right or wrong), the roads you choose to take, etc.
So when 2 of my so-called friends stab me at the back instead of doing it in front, I walk away from them, knowing that I still have a lot of friends who are true and that eventually, I'll gain more friends along the way.
Bunny @ Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for