Changes have been happening to me lately. My horizons are expanding so to speak. I’m meeting new people, understanding other cultures, and getting to know another world—
which frankly I don’t think is liking me, and which I’m not liking either.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some genuinely wonderful people that I’ve met. Those who, despite situations, remain steadfast in a certain moral compass that seems to have been lost to others.
R, a new acquaintance, has been nothing but great. I admire how right and wrong seem to be still right and wrong no matter what. Some people do have the wonderful gift of being kind and understanding and morally upright (at least according to what I see).
There are also others.
G, a part of the older group, and who I terribly miss, has also been wonderful. There is also C, who despite being a part of a group (the new group), seem to have retained her individuality and capacity to accommodate some more people in her life.
But other than these people, I have yet to discover the way in which to deal with the others.
Few nights ago, I attended a house party thrown by a birthday celebrant (Happy Birthday D), and expectedly, it was fun fun fun.
Until some issues came out later in the drunken night, that is.
That night, I have had so many discoveries about myself and about these people amidst whom I am was enjoying myself. And it got me thinking. Hard. I have seen issues on which I have had points of reflection. I'll update you guys regarding those as soon as I can.
Until then, you know you love me, xoxo, gossip boy (hehehe)
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