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Saturday, September 30, 2006

It’s funny how we know people are befriending us for their own ends. And yet we willing befriend them hoping perhaps that it’s more than a transaction, that perhaps there is something more, that perhaps we’re worth that little bit more, that perhaps they see something in building up a relationship that we do not see. But more often than not, we get a rude wake up call when the vanish from our little world once there’s nothing more to be reaped.

We should already then be smart enough to know what category to place these people in. That they should belong in the deepest, darkest, most secluded corner in our list of priorities. But more often than not, when these people surface again, god knows wheter it is charisma, charm or sheer good lookingness, that cause us to fall under their spell and be complete and utter trusting fools which we have already told ourselves not to be.

Perhaps innately, everyone is good natured and tend to believe the best in people. Though I have to agree how much I believe a person’s best is, is directly proportional to how good they look. And the curve is exponential. I should be damned that way.

How these people live, I cannot understand. Without a loyal and supportive base there for them in good times and more importantly bad. They simply hope from one place of salvation to another, sucking the marrow dry before they jump ship, not necessarily onto something better. But onto something new, perhaps they know that though they might not have overstayed their welcome, they might be breaching it soon. And rather than give something back in return, they choose to leech on to something fresh.

It’s time I learnt to look beyond the skin and see what’s deeper. I’ve done that painfully few times but I’ve been rewarded with friends who are there. But with each year, I get more superficial, more business like and less sympathetic. Perhaps the time of making real friends have passed for me and I should really treasure the ones that I’ve got. Instead of constantly trying to balance the old with the new. After all, there’s only 24 hours in a day and 7 days a week.

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