Sometimes I think that certain people I know were created just for me. As if I was Truman Burbank, they appear in the right time, with the right attitude, ready to teach me something, to make me feel different. I’ve never heard of them before, we may or may not share the same interests, we could have met before, maybe we frequented the same places, the same people. But we didn’t. Maybe the time wasn’t right, or maybe I didn’t need them back then.
Like two raindrops on a window, each one lives their lives uncharted of the other’s existence, but at some point they collide, they grow, they merge into each other and become one, following a single path. With more weight, more conviction.
When people I barely know start discussing about politics at a party:
Then they turn to me looking for approval:
No Sir…
You won’t drag me down there with you.
“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”
— C.G. Jung
Happiness sucker
Do you know the kind of people who just seems to enjoy trying to make you feel bad? I’m sure you do, everyone knows someone like that.
They are so full of resentment that everything that in someway makes you happy is a reminder of how much of a loser they are.
Because they don’t fucking realize that the fact that you’re happy (or at least try to) doesn’t really make them sad. It’s so unfair and stupid to even make the attempt of liking them, they simply hate you for who you are, there’s nothing in the world that’ll make them accept you, except maybe, those moments when you just want to kill yourself.
It happens to everyone as they grow up; you find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that the people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. And so you keep the memories but find yourself moving on.
Nicholas Sparks.
