As my routine, I was browsing through some of my favourite websites and blogs where I read the following question:
What you be friends with yourself?
Without a fraction of a second, my mind and heart unanimously answered, “Hell, No!”
Here are a few reasons why I would not be friends with myself:
1. I am blind to my own faults. I cannot stand someone who thinks he or she is perfect.
2. I don’t want my friends thinking they know me better than I know myself. I’m positive I’m as good a psychologist as anyone with formal training. I would want my friends to just listen to me sometimes and not provide unasked advice.
3. I suck at knowing what to do when my friends are sick or sobbing on the other end of the phone. I also suck at remembering birthdays. I want my birthday remembered and someone to know how to make the sobbing stop.
4. I cannot lie, so I don’t want to be with someone who would tell me that things are going to be worse than now. I don’t want anyone who would tell me the most bitter truth to my face.
5. I don’t want to be friends with anyone as funny as I am. I might be jealous.
6. I don’t have the gift of hospitality. I would be hurt if I never got invited to at my house.
7. I don’t like whiners who wash their dirty linen in public.
8. I don’t want to worry that my friends are going to write about me and post it on a Web site for all the world to see.
9. I know what goes on inside my head that never comes out of my mouth or gets typed on a keyboard. I don’t want friends that are crazy, neurotic or self-righteous.
10. I don’t want to be friends with people who are cowards and who get easily affected by circumstances and recoil after facing minor disappointments. I want to be friends with people who are original, genuine and who know themselves well.
I guess after reviewing this list, it’s not really another story after all as to why I have so few friends. However, to the friends I have, thank you for your tolerance. I’d be very lonely without you sharing your lives with me.