Everyone tells me that I am a fun person to be around. Someone who turns a bad situation into a tolerable one by cracking jokes and stating random facts. Someone who looks for the interesting thing within a person and bonding over such a thing.
It is true...I do agree that I am fun...a delight even. But that is just it. Am I just a fun means to an end for people? Just someone people seek for temporary fun and jokes...but in a long-term situation just a headache who can't read the room. someone who listens but doesn't truly listen.
it's true, I agree. I am someone who mainly listens and talks about myself. But does that make me a means to an end? Why is it so hard to keep people around? Why is it hard for me to be anything other than a random jokester in situations? No wonder people don't tell me anything. The only form of deep talk that I have been having these days is just with kids. Though that is entirely not a bad thing just in the sense that, it is always good to hear out what the new generation is thinking instead of invalidating them. I feel as though I underhandedly invalidated them with the previous sentence so I'd like to apologise and take that back.
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RandomI sometimes feel as if I have no one to vent to. Don't get me wrong . I have many supportive friends, but it feels weird to show them this part of me when the only Rich they know is the cheerful smiley Rich they see every day. I don't want to drag t...
