A lesson on Friendship

The past week was not of the ordinary. It wasnt extraordinary but just different from my little routine.

First and foremost, my camp friend, Fabian (or Barthez as i fondly call him) found my new number from another campmate and rang me up with an invite to watch "It Takes Two". I was sooo glad he called cos i am always game for any theatre and more so when he told me the ticks were free. It felt great to be invited and even better to have been remembered. That night, as we parted, i could only wish that i was half as nice and thoughtful and good-natured as he was.

This is what friends do: They make time to talk to you, to know you better and to show you they remember and care for you. They will also include you in things that they know you would enjoy.

Secondly, just like morris, im gonna talk about Kenneth. His birthday was on the 14th, a Saturday. You may not know, but i hate gatherings. I dislike parties. I abhor any outings with more than 3 people involved. I am very uneasy if i do not know my place in that group. Whether i should lead or whether i should keep one side or whether i should make any comments. I hate going out on Saturdays too. It will mean not going to my Grandma'a house. It will mean not being able to support my fav Man United. But due to some people whom i long to see, i decided to go.

It was a party that any birthday boy would have been proud of. Decorations, presents, cakes, but most importantly, the large turnout of his friends. I arrived early to help out with the decorations. What surprised me was that his other friends were there already, helping out with food and deco. One even came in the early morning to wrap sushi. I remember telling Kenneth as he walked out to welcome me that i envied him alot, for having so many people not only come but also here to help out. As i went home that night, i was thinking: if i did have a birthday party, who would i invite? I made up a guest list that night b4 sleeping at 3am.

Just hours b4 i write this post, something happened. A friend decided that what i had said about him was offensive. I was taken aback. It never came across to me that people care so much about whatever i had to say. Anyway, i have never said that i am a good guy. I yearn to be one, like those two that i have mentioned above, but wanting and the reality is light years in between. I know im an evil person and i do say so to many people. Being frank is a double-edged sword that im prepared to wield, but i do hope that it cuts me more than any one else.

As of this moment, i know that my guest list is shrinking, not by my deletion, but due to my actions. I just hope that when i do have my 24th birthday, someone will be around to attend.

(Please forgive my horrid language. Wrong frame of mind=> lapses in grammer)

posted by nick_xian @ 10:03 AM