Saturday, April 17


Wow, really slept late last night. Sometime like about 2 in the morning. Crap. I never NEVER sleep that late. Or at least I hope I never have to. So anyway, was talking on the phone with Ven all the way, and really just talked it out. Chatted on a lot of things that we hadn't really focused on before. Can't believe we had some much to say. Sometimes it's just this way, like you know you can just click so well with someone, and not at all with another. I mean, it's instincts isn't it? Based on your own character, you decide right there and then you just know you like the person. Or not. It depends.

For me, it was quite clear-cut. Either yes or no. Never maybe. I don't particularly like talking to people just to entertain them. Nah. Never been my style. Perhaps it's a little harsh, and I might just lose a friend or two, but I don't wanna cheat myself out of a good time with people I really can talk with. I know there weren't many in my life to begin with, but at least I know I have good friends out there waiting for me.

Am I getting more and more antisocial? I think I am, but at the same time, I'm gaining more friends every day. College, church, and also keeping in touch with my ex-class people. My gang and Fey. I think I'm losing contact with the Fey bunch, the way I see it, but to say the truth, I was never really in it. Just a sideliner. Hmm. My old gang, we rarely see each other, except maybe on birthdays, and I know that I don't really belong, because the minor cliques in the gang are sorta formed. I am qutie the oddball, alone in TPJC. Yeah.

Sounds like I've got not friends. I do, just that few that I hang around with. I can't say for sure we'll always remain good friends, but I know that our ties aren't that fragile. Not in the near future. I'd like to treasure them, so at least I remember them and keep in contact. Sure, I've got lotsa hi-bye friends. They are uncountable, but they aren't the same. They come and go. Some kinda passer-by. I never agreed on the impact they would make as if they had treaded on sand across, making footprints. They just leave your life.

I think I'm muttering nonsense.

Posted by Isabelle at 9:44 pm