My recent friction with my so-called best friend has made me realize that sometimes, we think that we are so close to someone yet the feeling is actually not mutual. As I often move around from one place to another, people that become close to me overtime will automatically receive a ‘Friend’ badge from me. But, the fact is that they are merely acquaintance; we just become close to me overtime – because of the situation and condition: thus, this is what I actually am for him.
One thing I learned from this experience is that mutuality. He apparently doesn’t invest as much effort as I do to the friendship.
So what should we do? What should I do in the future? I learn that if I want to really invest and build a new friendship, I need to ask these questions: Does this person invest as much effort as I do to the relationship? Will this person give as much time as I will to the relationship? And will this person accept you for better and for worse as much as I will? If they …
Love the idea so much! If I had these grain sacks or burlap, I will definitely give it a try. I think I will first make the accessories hanger (oh, you wouldn't know how my drawer look like now, full with my little accessories!) and the this cute vintage bag.
I hope Indonesian governements would read this and consider to buy this kind of buses from China. This would save Indonesian citizens from dying in the traffic jam. Speaking of traffic jam, I have to thank my parents that I was born and grew up in Surabaya, East Java, where traffic jam is not a major issue.
So, Mr. SBY, please please please, can you have some budget next year to buy this kind of buses? Please?
Some of you may have wondered what happened with me a couple of days ago after reading my blog post about friendship. It was a temporary friction between me and this friend – which is now settled; however it continued being a friction between me and myself.
I am blessed with the fact that I have met and known so many nice, crazy, and happy people in my life. They cheer me up when I am down. They help when I need it. They listen (or read) my rumble, my tweet or my blog posts. Some of them understand when I am in a terrible mood, especially when Ms. PMS visits me once a month.
However, the problem I had earlier this year and Neysa’s post, made me think about my relationship with them. I think of them as my friends, but do they t…