soppy blog about people ‘10.
I worry a lot. It’s just something I’ve grown up with. Whether it’s worrying about thunder and lightening or worrying about my next exam- I worry. I try not to get ‘stressed’, so to say. That’s something I try to avoid, because when I stress, I get very annoyed and tend to take it out on others. Which is the worst thing I could possibly do. As well as being quiet a worried person, I’m quite a snappy person. I’m very sarcastic and have the shortest temper in my family, near enough. So it gets very old when I’m constantly snapping at people because of how stressed I am. I’ve done it many times, and I’ve lost full contact with some of the best people. It’s horrible, but it’s life.
However, their are four people in my life who excell above all others. These four people except me entirely as I am, good and bad. We’ve all fallen out at some stage, but we come back stronger. They make me the happiest I’ve ever been. They understand me when nobody else wants to and act like the family I’ve always idealised in having. Three of the four are my best friends. I’ve only really been close to them for a few months, but they are the closet friends I’ve ever had. I can be the most ridiculous person around them. I get drunk/high/depressed/excited/whatever with them, and never do they judge. And if they do? They get over it. We always do. Any tiff we have, we get over it and we just mess around like usual. They are the greatest people I have ever met, and it will be a sorry day if I ever lose them.
The fourth? He’s just… him. We fight. A lot. Sometimes they are our usual arguements, over how I hate Tuesdays, how he doesn’t use correct grammar, over my love for all nerdy things, over his excessive ice hockey playing, over my lack of knowledge when it comes to said hockey games… We bicker all the time. People expect it from us. He throws my shoes in the bin, I empty his bag. It’s always the same, and that’s what makes us close. But sometimes, they turn into real fights. He brings up past embarassments of mine, and my short temper emerges. It’s horrible and awkward when we do fight. Everybody senses it, and they always point it out. But we’ve never not been close. I know he’ll always be there to judge me silently (or out loud…) and I know (hope, anyway) he knows I’ll do the same.
All of this has just come out. It sounds very soppy now, and I’m not surprised. But there we go. I’m a soppy person at 1:33am.
