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Monday, May 29, 2006

  • ITS REFLECTION TIME.

    Has anyone sat back and watched as people change?
    For better of for worse?
    I think its strange how a persons entire persona can change rather quickly, often into something opposite of what they were.

    Has anyone sat back and watched the level of respect people use to have for each other desintegrated almost entirley?
    That you can't honestly believe that even your friends are still really your friends after you leave each others presence.

    Hmm, maybe im just bitter and pessimistic, maybe it's just me.

    I feel like i've changed. I've revamped my personality and my thoughts to coincide with a girl who probably did the same. I've become emotional, passionate and just plain weird, and as I reflect on my life now and see how these experiences have shaped me, is it bad to say it was a bad decision?

    I made the decision to enter high school with a girlfriend. I chose to make her my life. I bailed on my friends and the distance that is now between us is something beyond an 'I'm sorry.' Im left here wondering if it was really worth it to develop one strong relationship with one person of the opposite sex or build multiple bonds of brotherhood with your friends and worrying about love another time.

    I feel like I made and error. That a part of me wishes I was still good friends with Ethan, Katy, Chris, etc.. and my presence in their gatherings wasn't akward. Does that make me a horrible person? I think so, it makes me feel like an asshole and that those thoughts are unfair to the other person, even though if you consider the situation now, sympathy and consideration isn't required and definately not deserved, but thats the kind of person I am.

    I don't hold grudges and even though you might not like me, I would always talk to you with respect and I wouldn't intentionally hurt your feeling or make you feel outcasted. Unless you disregard other people's feeling and show no respect at all. People who toy, manipulate and intentionall act coldly to people who did nothing to deserve it are the worst kind.

    Does that make me look like a fool? Or does it make a good person?

    I have a lot to fix, and a lot to make up for. I started by trying to resolve a two year old situation because I use to think it was an important bond that shouldn't be thrown away so carelessly, but it blew up and realized it was wasted effort and people who do that aren't worth your time.

    I have to repair bridges and re-establish old connections with the people who are still willing to. Its going to take time and patience, but I think it would be worth it.

    In this weblog entry I apologize to the people whom I ditched, the people whom I was close with, and the people  who have showed me friendliness when I didnt earn it.

    Thank You.

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Saturday, April 08, 2006

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Thursday, April 06, 2006

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