All through my life, I have seen different kinds of people. People who have a totally different way of making or not making friends. I know some people who are warm and cuddly. Some who are arrogant, impatient, mean as often as not. You’d think they wouldn’t have friends cos who could stand them? But as time passed, I have learnt that those people are like a bad cold. Nasty, but persistent. Nasty, aggressive, unstoppable, just the kind of people you want on your side when you’re really screwed. I know that for a fact coz my besties are those kind of people.
These days I dont go out of my way to make new freinds. I dont know if its because of the pain of losing people you love or plain laziness or the fact that I am happy with the people I have already. Maybe because life and mortality seem to be staring right into the face all the time, like I have once statused, Death is more universal than life coz you cannot be sure of living but you can be sure of dying. Maybe because in staring down death everyday, we’re forced to know that life, every minute is borrowed time. And each person, we let ourselves care about is just one more loss somewhere down the line.