I'm not proud.

Sometimes it's amazing how one of your closest friends can hit you with a whammy.

Apparently, I'm proud and anti-social.

It brought a smile to my face seeing that short message, not one of joyous delight, but a wry one that betrayed the feelings I was trying so hard to suppress.

Ah yes, this is going to be a melodramatic post.


I'm possibly one of the more neurotic, paranoid and insecure people I know.

And yet, I'm proud?

Anti-social I don't deny. Heck, even in a group of three, I'm standoffish. I work best one-on-one. When there's one more to the equation, and usually there are more, I clam up. Mostly 'coz I don't see how my views might fit in, so I listen. It drives everyone around me nuts, but why say something, when there isn't anything to say? Incessant chatter is absolutely useless and it irritates my ears. Plus I look forward to that comfortable silence I can get with good friends. The one where the two of you just sit, stare at each other and contemplate the wonders of almost being able to listen in to the other party's thoughts.

But anyway, proud?

It doesn't help that he hasn't replied to explain himself. That's the problem with friendships between two non-confrontational people. All you do is sit around wondering if you should avoid the problem and carry on.

And the cause of this lovely debate, is still messaging me.

Ugh.

When someone tells you they don't like you, stop sending mushy messages in the hopes of trying to win them over. It's annoying and extremely disconcerting...AND it's causing a rift between the aforementioned friend and me because the cause is a mutual friend. I know i shouldn't be ignoring him, but he doesn't get the bloody hint. Did i say hint, i meant obvious rejection.







Am i starting to sound proud now?