The Value of Friendships.

Sometimes it baffles me what a walking contradiction i am. I've always placed an extremely high importance on friendship, but i've also considered myself to be a bit of an 'alone person'. No, not a loner per se. But not one who is easily defined by my friends or the group of people i am with. I'm comfortable being alone most of the time. I guess I've always been my own person, but maybe this has sometimes been to my detriment.

But i'm swerving off tangent now.

The reason i'm writing this is because my faith in friendships has taken a toll. Not because of betrayal or the ilk, but rather on it's boundaries. Where does one draw the line on how far to go for a friend? Where does one draw the line on how much you should care about a friend? I've always been fiercely loyal to those i consider close friends, but sometimes this loyalty was declared 'unneeded' and 'uncalled for'. You would've thought that friendship would be one of the most simple empathetic relation mankind has, but it gets more complicated because there are more lines.

And where does plain friendship end? When does it become something more, or something less? I've always had the problem of changing labels. If you're a friend, thats it, you'll never be anything more. I don't allow a lessening of stature, but it happens, whether i like it or not. I fight to keep it, but sometimes it's just not mine to keep.

So. Friendship. Where does that leave me?

LACKadaisical

Two nights on campus. Back home now.

And still damn lazy.

The laptop's charger now fixed. So i have just run out excuses not to do the Juris assignment. But now there's also plenty of excuses to be made up to catch up on the latest episodes of GG/OTH/HIMYM/BBT (yes, we TV geeks have acronyms).

Siiggggh!

Part of me can't wait till debate training starts. Cause then it'll just be a few days closer towards Thailand. But part of me is worried and wants more time to finish up all my work before the due date so that i can relax during training. Ok, maybe relax isn't the right word. Training can get rather intense, especially around Royals time. The whole day is just training and more training (yes, even at night), and we all stay together. Nuts. Boot camp, anyone?

Ah well. C'est La Vie.

Power to the people
We don't want it
We want pleasure
And the T.V.s try to rape us
And I guess that they're succeeding

-Regina Spektor, Hero.