No one knows what I am thinking. I am no enigma; I am no hermit, yet I remain emotionally distanced from people.
The definition of friendship eludes me, perhaps those misplaced trust and the realities of life change the way we treat friends from time to time; like circumstantial relationships.
Friends can be treated as a commodity, just like how I was treated a few times. Before you know it, a price tag dictating your worth is slapped on your forehead; sold and never seen again.
I have always been ambivalent towards friendships. Should friends be subjected to the hierarchies of our society? Is an influential friend a BFF, while a poor friend is just a friend, or acquaintance even?
While on the crowded train home, passing one station after another, I wonder which friend will alight, and which stranger will come onboard to befriend me.
Arriving at my destination, I wonder when will I ever see them again?
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