Friends? Overrated.

I don’t know why I bother having friends. I am feeling particularly stressed out at the moment, having bitten more than I can chew. Yes, this is my fault – forever over-ambitious and over-confident about my abilities without taking into consideration my peace of mind or my age. Also, some miscalculations on how free I really am in life generally.

But still. Friends are supposed to be there for you, to support and help you. But when I tell them how stressed I am, all I get is: “Don’t worry, you can do it.” “You always drama but you will make it in the end.” “It will all turn out fine in the end.” And other phrases of like effect.

This is NOT what I want to hear. What I want to hear is: “Do you need anything?” “How can I help?” “If you ever need to vent, you can call me anytime.” “I can help you with a, b or c, if you like.” And other phrases of like effect. Knowing me, I will not ask for help anyway. So, even if they were lying (very likely), at the very least, it would help alleviate my stress levels.

But alas! It is not to be!

Dogs, books and music. That’s the way to go. Dogs for silent companionship and the occasional comic relief. Books for intellectual stimulation, knowledge, inspiration, motivation. Music for everything else.

I don’t need friends. Of the human kind, that is.