A thought to while on while being sick...

I didn't mention it before but I thought I saw my ex best friend when I went to the clinic in Bangsar yesterday.

I decided to have some chicken soup at Plan B at Bangsar Village after seeing the doctor as I doubt that I would be able to cook anything for myself when I reached home. Afterall, I need to take some food before I eat my meds anyway.

I was already seated (And the service at that place sucked!) when I turned and saw her.

What came out of our so called 'friendship' was nothing but a mistake. I am sure she would have a lot to say about me, but I have my side of the story and I hold to it stubbornly.

It was kind of a shame as we were friends since we were 9, but she grew up to be an ignoramus. An arrogant bitch who maybe thought I was an idiot.

I will neither forgive nor forget. I won't forgive or seek forgiveness because I am indifferent towards her existence and I will never forget because she sets the standard of what kind of people I will religiously STAY AWAY from.  

I have had the bad luck of knowing people I shouldn't involve in my life at all recently. Started with this one, and then a certain cow and goat (nicknames that I gave to two ex so called office mates cum ex friends I know), the hippo with self image and priority issues and the soapbox stand-up.

There are just not enough decent people to make friends with nowadays. So much so that my best friend said in desperation;

"Let's just... NOT meet anyone new anymore. Let's just settle with the three of us. At least when we fight, we fight like adults and not stab each other in the back."

I used to like meeting new people, make new friends, but my best friend was kind of right... people are just unpredictable, and there's a limit to my patience (I don't actually have a lot of patience to go around with).

I am not stopping myself from meeting new people, I hope the people I am going to meet after this are able to excuse my stand off-ish attitude.

There is a reason for everything anyway. And somehow, the saying 'Don't judge a book by its' cover' just doesn't work anymore. Maybe we should take into account what the surface is trying to tell us before diving in deeper.

PS : I hate being sick... I hate coughing. Blearghhh!!!!