Right back at you..🙂 Even though my own history might suggest otherwise, I reached the exact same conclusion yesterday... Wishing you nothing but genuine friends and plenty of love with your partner...🙂
Walter Brooks3 said:Heh... I see... absolutely zero progress here...
Anyway, here’s the blueprint:
1. Tell the rest of the world to back off. 2. Become your own best friend. 3. Learn to actually like yourself. 4. Start looking for actual friends... 5. Then, start looking for the love of your life... 😁
Some people get this in five minutes; for others, it takes a lifetime of hard lessons to finally wrap their heads around it.
Just watch your timing and intensity. If you shut out the entire world right at the start, everything else falls apart. I know what you're thinking, but everyone has to find their own pace.👍
It isn’t always like that... I’ve made sure to find people who are actually real friends—the kind who own up to their mistakes and stick by you no matter how much you screw up. Those are the only people worth knowing. The cream of the crop is what matters; everything else? I honestly have no idea how civilization even manages to stay upright.😕
Oh, really? My logic was pretty simple: if I screw up, I should at least be smart enough not to make the same mistake twice. If someone else screws me over, well, that can happen again—mostly because I haven't figured out how to spot the people capable of doing it. Then there are those moments where you just get blindsided by pure chance and you're left standing there thinking, "Wait, what the hell just happened?" Like when a girl you're seeing suddenly falls head over heels for some other guy out of nowhere; one minute you're fine, and the next, you're just sitting alone on a beach in Malibu with a bouquet of wilted flowers, wondering how everything went so sideways.
I’ve been wondering: which hits harder? Is it when you completely blow an relationship and then have to live with the realization of how much of an idiot you were—leaving you stuck with the wreckage? Or is it when someone blindsides you out of nowhere, leaving you just as broken?
"...there's no reason to run or hide; life is actually pretty wonderful... ...I just need a friend, someone to make me happy..." Black, I’m coming here to rediscover the lost meaning in all of this. From those heavy, endless answers to every question asked, I’ll extract, conclude, and refine. To be honest, I'm turning you all into a palette that I'll use to paint the full picture...