I’m not a good friend.
I don’t really know why, it’s not like I do it intentionally. It’s not as if I wake up and decide to be an asshole.
But I can acknowledge now that I’m not really a good friend.
I don’t let people in. That might seem stupid considering a lot of my life is on social media. But there’s a lot, of course, that isn’t, and I choose not to share as I d on’t see the point in burdening others with my problems.
I also struggle with the expectations of others.
You see, I really don’t like being told what to do. I especially don’t like it when people expect me to behave or think or act in a certain way – which I feel sometimes happens in a friendship.
I don’t want people telling me what I should and should not do.
By the same token, I don’t cope well with needy people. You know the kind; the ones that require constant attention, activities and conversation about nothing.
And I’m not into people that try to tell me to play it safe and small.
So maybe that does make me a terrible friend.
Maybe that why I’ve lost a lot of people in my life.
Or maybe they just weren’t my people.
I don’t really know, and I don’t think I’ll ever really have the answer.