I have this friend. i’ll just say, that i don’t make friends very easily.
i can probably count the number of friends on one hand.
quality over quantity.
when you’re in, you’re in. for life.
anyway, she’s wonderful.
when we first became friends, i thought,
“wow! she’s so thoughtful and does such nice things for me!”
and in turn, i did nice things for her.
as time went on, i learned that she did all this nice stuff for a lot of people.
even lame people. no matter how lame.
my mother always told me not to be too nice.
that people who are too nice get taken advantage of.
i’m a little bummed out because now i know i’m not special.
there’s no discernment. no filter, or qualifying process.
everyone gets this same, albeit, great treatment.
even those who don’t deserve it.
i can’t hold it against anyone for being an all around good, nice person,
but i think there’s a fine line between being nice and being a fool.
it’s just against my nature.
i dole out love and generosity stingily.
Attachment is like honey on a razor`s edge: it looks like pleasure but offers only pain.
As long as you follow desire you will never find satisfaction.
it’s not garbage, I’m making a hamster home
where’s the door around here
a simple question