DarkWarrioress
~ An Amethyst Mist ~
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Journal Entry
Close friends would say that my mind wanders into, if not strange, then odd places, periodically. That is to say, there is never telling where it will wander or when. Today my thoughts drift toward friendships I have developed over the years.
I have had my share of fair weather friends. I'm sure everyone has experienced them at some point or another. They are those that hold you close while things are good and fun, but when the tides shift, when the skies go dark and storms build, when the world around them starts to tremble because they are around you, they are first to be missing when you turn to look over your shoulder.
Then there are those who, so long as you don't rock their boat, don't cross their lines drawn, whatever those perceived lines are, you are welcomed with open arms. It doesn't matter that you didn't even know what those lines were, there is no defense, no acceptable way to get past the offense. There is no room, in their minds, for your own perceptions, your own views. You aren't accepted because you think and feel as you do.. or perhaps you could be, may be, so long as you don't rock their boat, upset their applecart because of course, if you try to flavor their world with your thoughts and feelings, well, that just isn't done or acceptable, is it? There is no world view check, logical thought spoken to consider. Why would they even be considered friends, hm? Because, simply, sometimes, you don't even know how they think until you supposedly cross them.
Then there are those, that whenever you look over your shoulder, there they stand. Silent sometimes, but there nonetheless. There are those who are not so silent, who would speak but defer. *gentle smile* Then there are those who speak anyway against injustice or wrongdoing or simply pick you up, dust you off, set you on your feet again with words of encouragement. They can be depended upon to be there. They can be counted to stand up and tell you, regardless of how you see the world, that perhaps, you need to step outside of yourself and see a situation or a person, in a different light. They're not afraid to argue with you, not afraid to get harsh with you when it's needed because they know, you know, they always have your back and you have theirs. And you will and do listen, consider, their words because they have value. They, you, weren't willing to toss you, them, away at the first signs of trouble. They saw, you saw, something... value, in them, in you. They help teach, show you, how to bend and not be so rigid in the world.
In any case, I am thankful for them all. Whether they have come and gone or came and stayed, they have all shown me various sides of human nature, taught me something of human nature. They all have brought joy, tears, laughter, love, sorrow and even disappointment and I wouldn't have traded the experience for anything in the world. Each one, no matter how long or how short they have shone, matter to me.
This place, Lit.. isn't my foundation, isn't my real world. IT IS a portal to developing friendships with people I wouldn't otherwise have met. It is what each of us are willing to put into it. People here mean no less to me than the people who influence my every day life. There are real people, cloaked perhaps, on the other sides of monitors and keyboards. Those I have gotten to know, mean something to me. I care about them. They aren't just a name. I can't just dismiss them at the drop of a pin. It takes a while to get to know someone, truly know them or rather, know them as much as they will let you.
I honor freedom of choice. I don't have to like it but I do honor it. Sometimes, choices bring us great sorrow and regret and it can also bring us great joy.
Close friends would say that my mind wanders into, if not strange, then odd places, periodically. That is to say, there is never telling where it will wander or when. Today my thoughts drift toward friendships I have developed over the years.
I have had my share of fair weather friends. I'm sure everyone has experienced them at some point or another. They are those that hold you close while things are good and fun, but when the tides shift, when the skies go dark and storms build, when the world around them starts to tremble because they are around you, they are first to be missing when you turn to look over your shoulder.
Then there are those who, so long as you don't rock their boat, don't cross their lines drawn, whatever those perceived lines are, you are welcomed with open arms. It doesn't matter that you didn't even know what those lines were, there is no defense, no acceptable way to get past the offense. There is no room, in their minds, for your own perceptions, your own views. You aren't accepted because you think and feel as you do.. or perhaps you could be, may be, so long as you don't rock their boat, upset their applecart because of course, if you try to flavor their world with your thoughts and feelings, well, that just isn't done or acceptable, is it? There is no world view check, logical thought spoken to consider. Why would they even be considered friends, hm? Because, simply, sometimes, you don't even know how they think until you supposedly cross them.
Then there are those, that whenever you look over your shoulder, there they stand. Silent sometimes, but there nonetheless. There are those who are not so silent, who would speak but defer. *gentle smile* Then there are those who speak anyway against injustice or wrongdoing or simply pick you up, dust you off, set you on your feet again with words of encouragement. They can be depended upon to be there. They can be counted to stand up and tell you, regardless of how you see the world, that perhaps, you need to step outside of yourself and see a situation or a person, in a different light. They're not afraid to argue with you, not afraid to get harsh with you when it's needed because they know, you know, they always have your back and you have theirs. And you will and do listen, consider, their words because they have value. They, you, weren't willing to toss you, them, away at the first signs of trouble. They saw, you saw, something... value, in them, in you. They help teach, show you, how to bend and not be so rigid in the world.
In any case, I am thankful for them all. Whether they have come and gone or came and stayed, they have all shown me various sides of human nature, taught me something of human nature. They all have brought joy, tears, laughter, love, sorrow and even disappointment and I wouldn't have traded the experience for anything in the world. Each one, no matter how long or how short they have shone, matter to me.
This place, Lit.. isn't my foundation, isn't my real world. IT IS a portal to developing friendships with people I wouldn't otherwise have met. It is what each of us are willing to put into it. People here mean no less to me than the people who influence my every day life. There are real people, cloaked perhaps, on the other sides of monitors and keyboards. Those I have gotten to know, mean something to me. I care about them. They aren't just a name. I can't just dismiss them at the drop of a pin. It takes a while to get to know someone, truly know them or rather, know them as much as they will let you.
I honor freedom of choice. I don't have to like it but I do honor it. Sometimes, choices bring us great sorrow and regret and it can also bring us great joy.
