Hey dear readers,
I think we all care about our friends and family, about some a bit more, about some a bit less. I also think that we want to make sure that they’re okay, and that they tell you what’s bothering them. You hate it when they feel sad or bad and you can’t do anything about it. You hate it even more when they push you away. You’ve always tried to be a good friend for them, but they seem to keep it to themselves. The reason remains unknown.
This is based on me, like a lot. I’ve a friend, he’s like my best friend, and he’s often fighting with his best friend. Let me say it like this: my friend does a lot for his best friend, but his best friend never does anything for him. He never says sorry, tries to push him away and he isn’t patient with him. I try to tell him that his friend is an asshole and when he says that he’s a bad friend, I’m there to try to get that out of his head. Sadly, I can’t get through to him.
He feels a bit down about all of this. He tells it on his social media, the way he feels about it. He often lets me know that he’s done with him, that he wants to rest and out of frustration, he’s going to play a war game. I try to ask him what’s wrong; I want to let him talk. Sadly, he pushes me away. I kind of hate that, honestly. I want to help others. Of course it’s not a bad thing when you don’t want to talk about something, because I respect that. But he pushes me away like every time as soon as we’re talking about his best friend. And I only want what’s best for him. It’s pretty hard for me, to not be worried about him or to not think about him.
I also have problems of my own, personal issues with the disease of a family member. So many tell me that I shouldn’t even be bothered helping others, while my own situation isn’t as easy as well. But what if I love to do that? I can forget my own problems for a while, and I can try to help others by listening to them or giving them advice. I often say: I don’t care how big my own problems are, I will always be there for someone else when someone needs me. But it’s difficult when that person places something on his social media with a sad face, and you want to ask him what’s wrong. But you’ve made some sort of deal, that he’ll text you when he needs you.
Is my heart too big? I don’t know. Others were never there for me, so I try to give that thing I never got, to others. Is that naive or dumb? I don’t know. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. I might be soft, as in caring too much about people. Maybe I give too much, but that’s who I am, to say it like that. Others call me a good friend, because they know they can always come to me. But I just hate it when I know something is wrong with them, and they don’t want to talk about it, while they did it all the time before. I know it has nothing to do with me, but still I hate that.
Are you like me or are you the opposite? What do you think I should do with my best friend? Should I give him his rest and wait for him to tell me, or tell him how I feel and ask him if he wants to tell me?
Lots of love, ‘Daphne’