Me Against the World
There comes a time in every person’s life, when all of a sudden, the things they thought they knew for sure aren’t turning out to be such “sure” things.
I hate saying it this way, but I really thought I knew my friends. I really thought that I’d never feel left out, alone, pushed to the side, forgotten…but I do. I know everyone has their own life, their own agenda, but it’s a hard pill to swallow realizing that while I always tried to include them in mine, they aren’t the same kind of thinker that I am.
I can’t fault anyone but myself, because I guess I gave them too much credit in assuming I’d be treated the way I treated them. I’d give my life for my friends. I’d do anything in my power to make time for them, spend time with them, be there for them…but I guess that’s just me and how I think.
In the brief span of just a few months, I feel I have lost a tight bond, a close connection to the people who meant the most to me. Not to lump everyone into that category, but a good handful I can. When did we all start growing apart? When did everyone start living for themselves and only for themselves?
I guess that’s selfish of me to say (and somewhat puerile). Because that’s what you’re supposed to do. LIVE for yourself and what will make you happy. I just always take into account everyone else’s feelings, so it’s just something that I haven’t been able to do. But now that I’m “on my own” I have no other choice but to hop on that train.
They told me when I reached my 30s, my mindset would change. When I reached my 30s, life would take a course-route change. When I turned 30, things would change beyond belief, some for the good, some for the bad, but a big change would occur. Now, I see.
So here’s to new beginnings. A new chapter in life that can almost be titled with a thought stemming from the mind of a typical 16-year old, but backed by the wisdom of a 30-year old. It’s Me Against the World…Here we go…
I hate saying it this way, but I really thought I knew my friends. I really thought that I’d never feel left out, alone, pushed to the side, forgotten…but I do. I know everyone has their own life, their own agenda, but it’s a hard pill to swallow realizing that while I always tried to include them in mine, they aren’t the same kind of thinker that I am.
I can’t fault anyone but myself, because I guess I gave them too much credit in assuming I’d be treated the way I treated them. I’d give my life for my friends. I’d do anything in my power to make time for them, spend time with them, be there for them…but I guess that’s just me and how I think.
In the brief span of just a few months, I feel I have lost a tight bond, a close connection to the people who meant the most to me. Not to lump everyone into that category, but a good handful I can. When did we all start growing apart? When did everyone start living for themselves and only for themselves?
I guess that’s selfish of me to say (and somewhat puerile). Because that’s what you’re supposed to do. LIVE for yourself and what will make you happy. I just always take into account everyone else’s feelings, so it’s just something that I haven’t been able to do. But now that I’m “on my own” I have no other choice but to hop on that train.
They told me when I reached my 30s, my mindset would change. When I reached my 30s, life would take a course-route change. When I turned 30, things would change beyond belief, some for the good, some for the bad, but a big change would occur. Now, I see.
So here’s to new beginnings. A new chapter in life that can almost be titled with a thought stemming from the mind of a typical 16-year old, but backed by the wisdom of a 30-year old. It’s Me Against the World…Here we go…
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