your problemo

I don’t know what my sister did in her past life, but it seems like her fate with friendships is really unfortunate. Every friendship story she tell me sounds toxic and overly dramatic. Whenever I advise her to avoid things like that, strangely, she always reply, “But it’s exciting.” I think there’s something wrong with her way of thinking.

The way she seek friends is entirely different from mine. I would never make promises to someone I’ve just met; in short, I’m always skeptical about people and try not to expect much. So, if the relationship doesn’t turn out the way I hoped, I won’t feel disappointed.

Facu, on the other hand, easily becomes close or makes commitments with strangers. I call them strangers because they’ve only talked for two days. I wouldn’t laugh easily or make content with strangers, but she can. I wouldn’t accept someone’s invitation to eat together just because we’ve met for a few days. To me, eating is something very personal, and it’s a way to observe someone’s character. I don’t want to be judged so casually by a stranger. What’s even more bizarre is that they would go on a mountain hike with some random kid. Personally, I’ve avoided befriending naive kids like that ever since someone stole my candy during my lessons class.

In short, Facu’s friendships are a mess. She hang out with toxic people, guys with a weak mentality, actual pussy, and team up with ampas tai. Listening to her stories makes me dizzy. Why are you like this? Why are you always caught up in conflicts or, at the very least, have your name dragged into them in a bad way?

What are you trying to prove by provoking people with this behavior? It’s obvious that the people in your circle aren’t living meaningful lives. Look at people who actually have a life—they’ve moved on and created their own stories. Meanwhile, the ones clinging to that place are just looking for any opportunity to stir up drama, and that includes you.

I no longer see that place as my old workplace—maybe just a memory. Even the people there, when I meet them outside, I consider strangers. I don’t want to get involved with them anymore or have any contact except for work-related matters. Since I realized I wasn’t important to them, I’ve decided to think the same way. That place is nothing more than an old place that holds some memories and marks a chapter in my career. Nothing more, nothing less.

Unlike me, who avoids conflict and keeps away from irrelevant matters, Facu often gets tangled up in other people’s stories. It’s better to be a spectator than to be the subject of gossip. Seriously, how long are you going to let your name be passed around in their filthy mouths? Disgusting.