Originally posted on crispy cinereal:
I’ve come to believe that my role in most of my friends’ and acquaintances’ lives is entirely insignificant. I suppose this is largely because I am not terribly intentional when it comes to friendships. I rarely call, or check up on people to see how they are doing. I don’t have much advice, or insight to give. I don’t communicate emotion in an easy to understand way. I fail to acknowledge the emotions, thoughts, and opinions of others. Ultimately, a Roomba with a photo and an etch n’ sketch taped to it would probably be able to fulfill my role in many of my relationships with little to no consequence. The intention of this post is not so much to brood on my own failures as much as it is to call into question my, and many others’, social interactions. What do I want my relationships to be like? Why does thinking about many of my friendships depress me? All in all, why am I so bad at showing people…