A Friend

So I was going to write about a child at university who doesn’t like me for some reason beyond my understanding because I have no idea as to what I’ve done or said. The only reason I can think of is because I am not like them or am from an area where people are so white and desperately trying to cut themselves off from the world due to their thinking that they are better than everyone else that even being slightly darker than what a tan may provide is likely to get you dirty looks.

I was going to write about this child who cannot handle people having a brief socialisation and tried to stop me from interacting with friends that, when failing, they left the room I had entered. However, I’ve decided not to as, beyond this writing, they aren’t worth my time.

If someone is going to decide they don’t like you on a whim and not talk to you about it, there’s a good chance that they’re not worth consideration, or that they can’t deal with the fact that maybe that’s a crappy way to go about things.

Actually, now that I think about it, I have to thank said person for this post, because (other than my being in contact with whom I’m going to write about every day leading to this), thinking about them made me think about someone that has been important to me for almost seven years.

I don’t often write personally anymore. Well, not often in a direct way, although probably far more often than I’d like to believe. However, I feel like being direct for this post.

There is someone who has seen me at some of the lowest points in my life. There is someone there who has accepted me for for who I am without condition. Someone who I’ve butted heads with plenty of times and yet they have still stuck with me as a friend and, in many ways a brother as he, his partner and their housemate have been better family to me than my own a good chunk of the time.

I wouldn’t be where I am today if it was not for this person. I wouldn’t have had some amazing experiences and journeys if it weren’t for them being with me.

I don’t know if I can confidently say that any future experiences would be worth it if they were not in my life.

It’s really difficult to say, because this person really has seen things through thick and thin with me.

As cliché as it is, you really see who your true friends are when you’re going through rough times. You find out who really loves you when you’re going through rough times, whether they be of your creation or from someone else.

You can fight with someone like this. It is bound to happen every now and then. In the end, you always meet back up. You let stuff be in the past and move on because your bonds are too strong for something petty to break them. You both know when you’re behaving like idiots and you may hug it out. You may not, but you both move on and keep going.

This friend has had my back far more often than he has needed to and I am so very grateful for him being there when I’ve needed him.

Ewe is one of the best people I’ve ever had the luck to have in my life.

We’ve grown up quite a lot since knowing each other, both as friends and individuals.

I look forward to whatever we get up to in the future because it has been worth every moment.

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About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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5 Responses to A Friend

  1. youlivefully says:

    Only lucky people get such one friends. Cherish them..

    Liked by 1 person

  2. everyone is our teacher!!!

    Liked by 1 person

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