Sometimes I blame the transient nature of this place we live in; if not that, then it is the workload, and when it is none of the above, it is the fact that I just love my own company. I’m not self-absorbed or narcissistic; just someone who suffers from social sloth. Yes, that unequivocal love for inertia when all you want to do is curl up in a corner and snuggle under a blanket of total silence – calming, sinful and totally addictive.
The point I’m trying to make is that I am terrible – no pathetic – at nurturing friendships. The few friends who’ve stuck around have stayed on only because they have accepted me in spite of my lackadaisical attitude towards our relationship. I don’t call often enough nor do I like their stuff on Facebook, and they would die of shock if I were to respond to a WhatsApp message. No exaggeration. But when we do meet, I’d like to
As we CELEBRATE World Friendship Day, I’d like to tell my FRIENDS how much I APPRECIATE their contribution to making me who I am, for it is their WIT and wisdom that shaped my perspective towards LIFE
believe our compatibility shines through, keeping our bond strong. There is no room for jealousy or pettiness, just loud laughter, inconsequential bickering and a large dose of overall companionship.
As we celebrate World Friendship Day tomorrow, I’d like to tell all my friends how much I appreciate their contribution to making me the person I am. For it is their wit and wisdom that has not just shaped my perspective towards life but also established a certain equilibrium within it.
Having said that, I’m apprehensive to ask them if they feel the same, considering my terrible track record at being a friend. Social hibernation, after all, does come with consequences. And after reading the feature ‘The lost art of being a friend’ on page 22, I’ve realised I have a lot of catching up to do.
Let me know what you think. Until next week,
Mrinal Shekar Deputy Editor email@example.com