A good friend advised me to write in the hopes that it’ll help me cope with my emotional turmoil. Thank god for friends like him. He’s the lone person who understands me, man. The only person who knows when I’m sad or when I’m happy. Anyway, let’s get started.
This transition from a young professional to a ‘legit’ adult is extremely exhausting. The first lesson I’ve been trying to learn for quite sometime now is you’re not gonna find a real friend fast.
Some will only talk to you about their problems. Now, being the true friend that I am, I empathize to every single shit they tell me. I ask, I advise, I help, I deal with the problem as well like it’s mine. I feel happiness, sadness, excitement, fear, and whathaveyous with them.
And if they can’t do that when I, in turn, am going through rough days, then we can’t be really friends. Yes? I do not talk to friends about this. I don’t tell them to empathize with me. That’s not how it works. If they don’t give a fuck from the get go, I’m out. This isn’t the friendship I am going to endure for the rest of my life.
Also, people know me as honest and frank. I’m not going to sugarcoat shit to you. I’m not going to pretend to anything. My friends know that. They have a dose of it all of the freaking time and I know they sometimes hate me for it. I am not going to apologize for it though.
If I can be honest with friends, the least thing they could do is to be honest with me as well. Puta. We’re tight as fuck, they should talk to me if they have issues with me.
Man, it’s a totally different world out there. It is insane. But the fucks I could give have been going downhill for a long time now and I’m down to none.
So this is how it works here. One day, I will finally find that friend (in exclusion of the friend who advised me to write lol he’s 50 million miles away) and I hope it’s soon. I have too much emotional baggage for me to carry alone. Lol. Kidding.