I am not a good friend.
I have friends, yes, and if you were to ask them to rate me on a scale of 1-10 on how good of a friend I was, they would pad my ratings a little and give me more than I deserve. Not intentionally, no. But I’m pretty sure they think I’m better than I am.
It’s kind of a sinking depression when you think about the ideal image you want to purvey and when you frankly don’t.
When it’s evident others open up to certain people and never to you. When you find yourself exhausted by the prospect of keeping in contact with long-distance friends. When judgement reigns down upon others because it’s better than letting them see your scars and pronouncing judgement on you. When the maxim “slow to anger” gets reversed every day in your head. When you’d just rather be alone.
You might say some of the quirks are elements of introversion, that it’s okay to be alone and cut yourself off from society. No one is the same, and no one should be the same.
I say, maybe. But introversion and extroversion, well, that’s another conversation for another time.
But let’s talk about this: how prominent bloggers are seen as experts in the topic they focus. I’m a blogger, but for once I’m going down a path that’s not familiar to me. Ha! I’m always treading down an unfamiliar path. I don’t know what I’m talking about.
It’s come to the point in our generations, our culture, our age – I don’t know what’s doing it, frankly – when we don’t know how to pursue others. When we don’t know how to be present. When we don’t know how to sacrifice.
It’s this “Me Culture,” I’d like to fight, and if you want to, you can journey down with me as we figure things out – how relationships with others should be, and how the person-to-person interactions are what’s really going to impact the world. Not the soapbox stances and the debates and the selfies on Instagram.