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Fanatical Friends Frenzy

Over the past few days, I feel like I’ve been trapped in this inescapable sludge; the kind of rut that you hear depressive people talk about. The sort of thing that makes you cringe and gag when you watch commercials about antidepressants like Abilify or Prozac.

Because, let’s be brutally honest; nobody like depression, and nobody likes people who are constantly depressed either.

Even the word itself brings this cloud of disparity and drag that you wish you could just swat away like an annoying fly, or banish with a giant ray of positive sunshine. But the cold hard facts of reality have a weight in controlling the universe just as much as you or I have control in waking up in the morning and deciding if we’re going to have a good day or a bad one.

It’s hard to ignore reality, especially when it’s like a guard dog outside of your bedroom door eagerly waiting to rip a hole in the crotch region of your best jeans. So, when there are things that you simply cannot control, fortunately there are a few things that you can (at least that’s what you hope).

I think your family is one of the most important and valuable assets that you have in life; shaping you indefinitely whether you’re still living with them, or whether you lived with them. They instill beliefs and customs within you that even God himself could not cleanse or sanctify. So when you think about that, it’s some powerful shit.

And in most cases, I believe the same principal applies when talking about friends; and on some occasions, the influences that your friends spill into your life can carry even more weight than your predisposed beliefs from childhood.

Here’s the kicker; here’s the thing that distinguishes my opinion on the relationship between your family and your friends. Friends, as precious as they may be from time to time, are inevitably disposable. Your family however, no matter how hard you may wish to fight it; will continue to remain your family whether you’re alive and they’re dead or whether you’re dead and they’re alive.

I think with this distinction it’s important to understand that if you can’t control a factor of influence, (like your family for example), you only have one other option when it comes to having some sort of organization and clarity in your life; and that’s in deciding who you want your friends to be.

Choosing your friends should be a science; because they have such an influence over everything that you are and everything that you do. Choosing friends is as dangerous as mixing chemicals or doing alchemy, you don’t have a damn clue what you’re mixing; you just hope that whatever you do doesn’t blow up in your face (although 9 times out of 10, it usually does).

Basically I’ve realized that I’ve been hanging around the wrong group of people; and unfortunately for me, I’m like a social sponge. Meaning that I can/will soak up everyone’s filthy bullshit whether I like it or not; it’s a gross and disgusting trait of my personality. I’m like a super reactive positive cation (a positively charged + atom for those of you non-chemical enthusiasts) looking to pair up with the negatively charged (-) anions that I call “friends.”

All in all, I don’t really have much more to say about this at the moment, so the take home message right now is choose your friends wisely.

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