This is worth pondering because some of the people I have been hanging out with up to this point, either don’t make the effort and I have to do all the work, or are so lost in their own worlds falling apart that doing nothing seems like my best bet just with the hope that I will not make them angry. I rarely ever friends that are there for me and will give a damm. These people are few and far between and I am grateful when they do appear in the first place. Also this makes me wonder if I have been living in a cave up to this point when it comes to friends and have finally seen the light where people can be supportive and understanding to one another. Another possibility is that my negative experiences have jaded me so much that the idea of a friend being nice or supportive or anything in the range of what a normal person does freaks me out and getting close to said person even harder even if I can trust them. Now I know this post has nothing to do with literature but it is something I was wondering about tonight probably because I am in shock over the past events of this past month.
I feel like the mouse from Daria who has been exposed to such much negative stimuli that even when a reward or positive reinforcement may come that I will cower or run. I don’t think is emotionally healthy at all, and just leads me with more questions about how to best proceed… Do I make a stand with these non existant or toxic friends or just ignore them..and see them when I see fit? Also what do I with those people who treat me well, but I am too scared too get close because I have been burned too much in the past? Any thoughts on how to deal with this quandary is much appreciated.