I was so sleepy just now on my way to dinner with my family and i know that if I were to doze off, good game, I will just sleep in the car while my parents head for dinner. So I started to think of something random.
I realized that to some people, I don't really bother giving in to them and say something nice to them despite knowing that these are things they want to hear. Its like just before I give the comment I will ask myself , " uh, why bother? " Am I so significant that just something pleasing from me will make them happy? If they are really so wonderful, probably a thousand others would have said those lovely things to them. What makes mine special then?
I thought of Meli. Lol.
She always "complain" that I am not praising her enough. Even till today, sometimes she will "complain". Jokingly or not, I don't know. Probably she laughed and smile to cover up but I am not going to probe anyway. She left me.
And I don't wish to know anymore things about her .
There were some pretty influential people in my life. Some are gone. I don't know who made the move, me or them, but though I regretted a handful, many were gone for good,maybe. Some , even if I were to be given the chance to "repeat" those "mistakes", I would once again.
I don't deny that people being true to one another is a beautiful thing. But too, I don't deny that it is rare, or even, fucked up for one to believe that such things do exist enough to hold faith that people are nice.
And...
I had dinner after that. Fuck I am so full
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