I’m drawing a blank today. Probably because it rained all night and I’m a light sleeper so I didn’t, actually, fully sleep. It was one of those hovering between awake and asleep situations. Are you a light sleeper or a deep sleeper? My husband sleeps like the dead. I’m jealous.
You know what’s a wonderful feature? The snooze button. I hit it at least 2 to 3 times every morning. It’s probably bad to do so cause it screws up your sleep routine or something like that but it makes me feel like I’m stealing an extra few minutes of sleep.
Because of my sporadic sleep, I got to thinking of what I was going to write for the blog today and all I can think about is friendships; friendships in the materialistic sense. It sounds weird, I know but I got to thinking about all the friends I have and why they’re friends with me; the qualities about me that they like.
Hands down I have four people I know I can 100% look to for support no matter my situation. Four people who don’t judge me in any way and if they do they’re honest about it to my face. Depending on where you live, you know about all the hatred going on in the world which is unfortunately race based, especially in America. So to find people who don’t care or think about that stuff is such a wonderful quality to have. I also look to those who don’t judge the way I live my life. For example, we don’t live extravagantly. We haven’t really ever. We prefer to live frugally. We don’t live in a large house and don’t drive fancy cars. It’s a little ingrained for me to not invite people over to my place because I had an ex-friend come over once, when we lived in a tiny apartment, and look down her nose at the place. Like literally walked over my doorstep and did that.
I don’t quite understand people sometimes. Why is life a competition? I have no desire to be rich and if I ever was, I’d probably still live the same way I do now (with the added addition of Belle’s library of course). I value time more than wealth. I value an individual more than what they have that I don’t. Why would I willingly choose to live in a house well outside my means? I don’t want to be house poor. Or maybe there’s an underlying feeling here that I’m missing? Are friendships only about worth?
Random thoughts I had this morning. Probably because I’m thinking about all the friends I made on here. I’m the type of person that likes to make a forever friendship. Distance means nothing to me. I have a friend I met back in my Final Fantasy XI days who I’ve never met in person and we’ve been friends for 8 years. Are friendships really what you, yourself, make them or is it a collaborative effort between both parties involved? How much effort do you exert before it’s just not worth it? Why do I feel like the guilty one for breaking off a friendship when I did all the work?
For the record, nothing new has happened lately. I didn’t lose any friends recently or anything of that nature. Just thinking.