I'm trying to be honest about my thoughts and feelings on this blog,
but it seems that I've already managed to offend someone. Most people
wouldn't take it so bad, because writing polemically and inciting
controversy gets them more page views.
But for a sensitive
soul such as myself, it's a blow. It makes me feel like shutting down
this blog and never showing my true feelings to anyone again. I'll just
have to develop a thicker skin, I guess.
I do apologize if
anyone who read my last post was offended by it. I didn't mean that I
wouldn't ever become friends with people who do things I don't like to
do, just that since I don't like doing those things, my statistical
chances of being friends with them becomes infinitely smaller, since
most likely I wouldn't be hanging out with them.
But okay,
perhaps I am picky about friends, much like many women who are picky
about who they want to date or marry. I asked one of my internet
friends how come she never got married, since she was very beautiful
and a wonderful woman. She told me that the people she liked never
liked her, and vice versa, and she didn't want to settle for second
best. Now she wonders if she should have. At least then she wouldn't be
all alone in this world.
The other thing that constrains me is
that saying, "bad company corrupts good character." I want to be
friends with people who are successful and have good character. But for
some reason, perhaps due to my own insecurities, I just don't seem to
be able to befriend them, much less get their attention. I remember
back in college, I tried to get to know a successful youth leader who
had a string of accomplishments. He was great friends with another
former pageant queen (they were similarly successful), and he told me
nicely that he was overwhelmed with people wanting to get to know him
and spend time with him before he moved, and was going to have to
prioritize his time to meet with the most important people in his life.
While I understood what he was saying, it still felt like rejection.
Ironically, later I met him while shopping at a grocery store, two days
before he was to leave and go overseas.
I'm more successful now
than I was, and I realize that a lot of so-called successful people
have often failed a lot in their business and personal lives, so it
doesn't mean as much to me. But I would still like to have some good
friends to talk to, to count on in a family emergency, etc. Hopefully
someday I will get to that point.



