Friendship Manifesto
February 15th 2008 06:04
Don't let the life of you...
I've had plenty of these problems in the past. My initial friend base started with three types of people: those with similar interests, those who I felt could do with a friend, and bad kids that were looking for someone to be seen with who will make their image a bit more positive.
It's the latter that has proven to be the problem in the world of socialising. It seems obvious now, but for a long time I figured I could do with a bit of a badboy image myself. It was fun at times, but after a while I came to realise how deep I had gotten and started wondering whether I could still be that smart and relaxed dude I was before the theft, drugs and violence started to creep over into my more permanent persona.
I've managed to shake off all the badasses from my past, yet when I see them in public places I know I shouldn't front. They keep coming though, there's a new one this year. At the same time being cordial, I have to make sure he doesn't get too close. I've learnt my lesson, and have mental scars to prove it.
Sometimes the scars show, and with the depth of experience they express it tends to prove respectful to the bad guy. But I refuse to let that respect get to the point where I become more like him, I intend to keep my distance.
I have seen these types die from drug overdoses, vandalise my house, steal my favourite mixtape, and physically/verbally abuse people that they may or may not know. As long as I know the difference between being your best and being your worst, I can safely assume I won't do the same thing.
Its best to have the best of friends in order to achieve the best out of life. We all get by with a little help from them.
... be the death of you
I've had plenty of these problems in the past. My initial friend base started with three types of people: those with similar interests, those who I felt could do with a friend, and bad kids that were looking for someone to be seen with who will make their image a bit more positive.
It's the latter that has proven to be the problem in the world of socialising. It seems obvious now, but for a long time I figured I could do with a bit of a badboy image myself. It was fun at times, but after a while I came to realise how deep I had gotten and started wondering whether I could still be that smart and relaxed dude I was before the theft, drugs and violence started to creep over into my more permanent persona.
I've managed to shake off all the badasses from my past, yet when I see them in public places I know I shouldn't front. They keep coming though, there's a new one this year. At the same time being cordial, I have to make sure he doesn't get too close. I've learnt my lesson, and have mental scars to prove it.
Sometimes the scars show, and with the depth of experience they express it tends to prove respectful to the bad guy. But I refuse to let that respect get to the point where I become more like him, I intend to keep my distance.
I have seen these types die from drug overdoses, vandalise my house, steal my favourite mixtape, and physically/verbally abuse people that they may or may not know. As long as I know the difference between being your best and being your worst, I can safely assume I won't do the same thing.
Its best to have the best of friends in order to achieve the best out of life. We all get by with a little help from them.
... be the death of you
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