The main thing I can say about wanting to make more friends is to make sure that the friends you make are worth having. Real friends who will be there for you all the time are worth cultivating, but people who are mere acquaintances take up more time than they are worth. I have way too many acquaintances who expect me to spend time with them too often.
reading more has to come within a set of priorities for me. i could actually read all day long every day and be completely happy… except that i’d be broke and lonely since my boss would have fired me and my friends would all desert me. i think my goal needs to be changed to reading more things that are important, like a newspaper once in a while, or a book that will change how i see the world. reading ridiculous things will only make me ridiculous.
Catching up with old friends is always worth it. If playing on a swingset is the way to do it, then so be it. It’s always good to let the little kid in myself out.
I suppose this is worth it because in the process of making someone’s day they got to make mine. Look for the little things that mean something to someone and do those things. It helps in the long run.
It’s not the easiest thing in the world to let other people live their own lives. I guess that’s what I get for being “the smart one” in my group of friends. Hopefully I’ll get over that someday. I’m working on it.
it’s long and exhausting, but at the end of the day you feel like you’ve accomplished something measurable, and you have a sense of independence if you managed to do this alone like me. it’s empowering to know you can go through with something, even if it’s only because you had to to get home.
After trying to figure out what I want to do, I’ve come out more confused than ever. There are so many things that I’d be good at and so many things that I’m interested in doing that I have no idea where to start narrowing things down and taking them off my “list of things to do with my life.”
There are so many expressions of love that are loud, obnoxious, or even obvious that I prefer the quiet ones to like holding hands. You don’t have to say anything in those moments when holding hands is just enough. That’s how I’ll know I’ve found the right guy… when I find one who appreciates the quiet moments too.
I know there are things that other people say that I’m good at, but I have to wonder what it would be like to know that I’m good at something.
I’m old enough to not be embarrassed by sitting alone in a restaurant and eating a meal; that’s what books and newspapers were created for really.
I want to learn to enjoy the little things and appreciate every day for the sake of being alive. That’s the point of living in the first place, isn’t it?
There are some things I want to do that are realistic; there are others that will become the highlights of my life. This would be one of them.
