Friendly Issue

A thing about friends- they're genuine or pretentious. Even the one who aren't intimately associated to you but just merely acquainted with more depth than relative hi's and bye's, do have a standing in these segments. Yet, I wouldn't use the word 'fake'. It's misleading. How far can you judge one's facet out of the few possessed? As I believe each person has different sides and respond towards stimuli of their surroundings, they often tact along the way and which often are interpreted as being untrue to themselves: fake. Hence, it doesn't bring much just, no not at all.Along this week, I've realized I've become exposed to various situations rotating about the lines of friendship. I've been witnessing various types of fruitful friendships and vice versa. While some are on the verge of destruction, I can't help but hopelessly count the number of days for the outcome to protrude.I don't have lots sharing-life-problem kind of friends.Sad to say, they still never have my full story to it. The reason for being so are probably siblings. Having the assurance of someone to confide to indeed makes more of a difference than you think . A tendency for long lasting friendships are hoped without much effort exerted. I gave up with searching by quantity and decided to make do with blessings around me. And due to my oblivion, things have already gone downhill upon realization.One kind is such that I've sincerely forgiven those doings repeatedly. As one of my principles to always forgive those who persecute you (given a time span of course) I've lived up to it in a dumb way. Those naive colored events showed moments. It becomes nauseating to brainstorm for those exact moments. In this recent time line, you search in this memory bank and what you see instead is a joker's smile. You ask what is concealed between those lips?So has defending a relationship of this sort served any purpose? What differs the kind of friendships are willingness in terms of making that added step for a meaningful someone. If traversing on a one way street ends up hurting instead, might as well leave everything at rest for a moment.GO TO HELL!!!!!Meanwhile,the random me,wanna puke when Mr.Awang told us that his ex-maid used to break the glassy dish/plates to eat!!