If I'm ever disgustingly rich, I'm going to buy an enormous castle, and all my friends can live there with me. Nevermind that certain friends don't get along, we'll all live together anyway. We'll all be happy and live in harmony. Or something.
*sigh* I miss people already. Bah. I won't be sad. I'll be happy that I have such wonderful friends. Which makes me wonder. Why is it that certain friends don't get along with certain other friends? I know there are certain personality quirks that drive people nuts, but I'm tired of some of my friends disliking others, whether they're open about it or not. Not that I'm blaming anyone or hoping that we can all get along and dance around in circles. But I get along with almost anyone as long as they're nice and appreciate me for who I am and not so annoying that their very presence makes me sick to my stomach. Because I appreciate my friends for who they are, and I see their faults and habits as random facets of their personality, nothing that I judge them by. Unless they have some huge fault that particularly irritates me. There are only 2 people currently on this campus that I really hate and a few people I moderately dislike, but I'm still nice to them. I just avoid them whenever possible. But there seems to be this web of animosity among my friends, and it just irritates me. I'm not referring to anyone specific here, just most of my friends in general. And then when people say mean things behind other people's backs, I just want to cover my ears and yell "Shut up already! I like So-and-so! I don't care if he's [negative adjective]!" But I don't, because I'm nonconfrontational like that. Unless we're talking about someone I dislike, then I willingly join in the bashing. But that's rare.
Heh. It reminds me of a few weeks ago, when Sally was visiting and came to Tuesday group. Everyone was talking, and Sally was saying that people shouldn't say mean things about each other. Meanwhile, some of us were Nesset-bashing (a favorite pastime among all my friends who have/had him). She didn't know who we were talking about and yelled at us for saying mean things about someone. Then I mentioned we were talking about Nesset, and she automatically joined in the bashing, because it's ok to bash him. Sure, he has his redeeming qualities (he's also admittedly a cat lady, and he likes Rocky Horror), but he's still a closed-minded-regarding-literature pervert that I despise. Bah.
And maybe I'm just being paranoid, but I sometimes wonder how many people I know don't really like me and are just trying to be nice for the sake of it. But what have I done to annoy people? Hmm. Yep, just being paranoid. I'll keep thinking that people still like me.
So I'm still supposed to be happy. Yes. Happy happy happy... Ooh, I have candy in my pocket. Mmm, candy...