So I've been thinking these days the amount of friendships we have and stuff.. why do we have them. Guess everyone uses each other, sometimes its for mutual reasons, sometimes it's for different ones, and sometimes, there are some people who pretend to be your friend because it would be inconvinient not to. And for whatever reason.. that is ok.
But sometimes I just hate feeling used. Is it possible to have a friendship without using each other? Or at least, without having to feel used?
Its amazing.. it's like we're a huge list full of complex dialling and numbers and letters, and sometimes you just have a few seconds to read someone's blurred list. Impossible to figure it all out.. how many secrets do we all have? Because I believe that when you decide to be friends with someone you decide to be friends with their whole persona, their joy and happiness, and their problems, even if you don't know about them.. can that still be true?
I also wondered.. have you ever looked at a picture and seen a stranger in the background? How many strangers have been there? In how many pictures are we? Were we there when someone's dream came true? Or when they found themselves? Thinking.. you could be a big part of someone's life and not even know it.


Davies.