Times without number, I’ve come across several people that, in the long run, Inspire me. They’ve been able to inspire my thinking, my actions and my expressions. I think I can call them my buddies right?
I’m not so keen with the whole “friendship” thing. Maybe because of how my friendship stories have been in the past. It’s either someone is about to be stabbed or someone is stabbed. I don’t know really. Is it because of the fake lives most of us try to live? You’re trying to impress others by being what you’re not? Or perhaps the values of trust and privacy weren’t instilled and you find out later that what you confided your buddy with has gone round the world and back to your hearing.
I’m sure it didn’t start with us. It must have started a very long time ago. Probably way back into the days of Adam. Lol. Is that why some of us confide more in out pets? I know my dog won’t tell anyone my secrets plus, he’d love to lick my face and cheer me up when I’m gloomy. Not just pets even, but I know some people who have their phones as their buddies, or their cameras, or even food.
I need me a buddy. And no, not just anybuddy, a uniquebuddy 💛
Somebody I’d run to when I’ve done wrong and won’t sham my actions. Someone I’d talk to about everything and anything.
The world is a mystery. Everyone has their differences but I know my buddy would be able to accept mine and I’ll definitely accept my buddy’s