podeamSchoolisms
Reading this blog’s post on school-life troubles (I would link to the post, had she have individual post pages), I am reminded of my own dramas. And so were a number of commentors on said-post.
I wonder how homogenous such back biting experiences are; I would wager just about everyone would have been victimised by, participated in, or –heavens forbid– initiated by such.
Once again my path crossed with that of the friend in my own sad history, happy as I would have been to never see him again. And again it was like the hadn’t been more than a year of bad blood. Genuine (or so it appeared) pleasure at seeing me left me disconcerted, and small talk ensured.
A mutual acquaintance of ours recently asked me how I knew him (they met in my jc-of-few-months): “I didn’t know you knew _[insert-name]_”
I still can’t decide if I did.
The evil-snippy-ness of enemies is of entertainment. Something you laugh off, and secretly are pleased at –just a little bit. The same by a Friend, though.. repercussions never end.
Friend has become a title I am tight-fisted with.
A discussion with a Friend raised the issue that you aren’t nice to your friends.
Niceness is the superficial smile waxed on by social pleasantries and/or personal agendas. Nice is the ”=)” in an IM chat. Nice is the way you smile and say “you shouldn’t have” – not accismus because honestly, they shouldn’t have.
With Friends, it goes a little deeper. Like my friend said, it is when you go “hahahahahahhahahahahahahhaa” till those letters on your keyboard looks a little faded.
Circumstance, perhaps, is why I’m not friendly; I am nice.