Oct 31, 2010 0
Selectively Authentic ol’Social Mish Mash
Some of my random thoughts frequently falls on the topic of friends and relationships.
Now and then, my thoughts revolve around the people in my social circle and I still cannot fathom how was I able to stay in my first stable relationship for almost 8 years and am on route to get married. Nor was I able to understand what actually transpired to have me these couple of buddies, hardcore girl friends that are more alike my evil twins and sisters then platonic friends. Yet on the other spectrum are the casual friends and the people I’ve gotten the fortune to get to know, not fortunate enough to like and constantly wanting to run away from.
If given a choice, would you choose Quantity over Quality? In friends, would you rather have alot of friends, or just a handful of close knit ones? I’m not innately a social butterfly. I cannot pirouette about different personalities and vast groups of people with ease like some of the people I know can. I tend to be judgmental and selective when it comes to my social interaction choices.
I cannot stand sycophants in the workplace. I also lose faith in superiors and management that allow themselves to fall prey by showing favouritism and biasness, to reward by hearsay instead of merit. And it is worse is to deny it! I learnt the harsh truth of work life the day I realised some people are only capable of only being colleagues, some only friends and those that are both, are rare and must be treasured.
Work environment aside, I have also been disgusted with some female friends who constantly pepper our gatherings with gossips of their mundane relationship woes and discuss the strategy for organising their wedding banquets like how one would dissect a company’s P&L statements and revenue projections. Needless to say, I have since shunned their presence. It is a pity, giving up a 10 year friendship for what is seemingly something to petty to endure but I beg to differ. It took me a long time to muster the courage and drop this friendship. Why should I put myself through mental torture when I can direct my efforts to something more fruitful instead?
I choose to be selective because I choose to be authentic.








