I don’t think I’ve ever liked someone more than they’ve liked me. It’s either always been equal or they’ve contributed more to the relationship. That’s not to say that I don’t appreciate them. Or that I don’t try. It’s just that I can’t be as big of a person as they are. I’m just not cut out for being the affectionate one. The only time that I have tried, screwed things up. I try not to be cold but sometimes I’d just rather be void of any emotion. And I know that reflects badly on me and the supposed profession that I’m studying to get into.
For instance, if a friend were to approach me with a predicament that warranted my sympathies, it usually takes me a while to respond because I don’t know what to say.
Though as much as I would like to, I can’t respond with, “it’s okay. Did you know pandas make the cutest animals? OMG LYK LOOK AT THEIR PAWS. I CAN’T WHAT IS GOING ON WHY ARE THEIR TAILS SO FLUFFY WHY”, because (a) they might not like pandas (a notion that I find horrendously absurd in its most wildest forms), (b) my enthusiasm may be slightly off-putting (BUT WHO DOESN’T LIKE PANDAS?!), and (c) pandas have nothing to do with the matter at hand.
But I guess it’s the good friends who know that already.
And yes, the fact that I’ve started this post with a confession about relationships and ended up ranting about pandas also puzzles me to no end. BUT GODAMNNIT PANDAS ARE CRAZY SONOVACUTIES.
UGH, CAN YOU STOP.
On a perhaps infinitely more important note, I love my mum very much :) I hope all mothers out there enjoyed the day solely dedicated to them and their species (because mothers are a special breed of super human).
Have a good night everyone.