^ I think you're right sir. That seems right to me, drugs and alcohol can play a huge factor. Or maybe it's just that people have various personality disorders. Maybe they put a notch on their belt when they've won someone over, then move on to the next friend victim. I loved Memento. Mudpuddle I'm so glad you responded. We've always been tight.
Can I be your second friend of no choice? Why am I even asking....you have no choice. I am your second friend and that's that.
My only friend is sundew and he talks in binary now so I am pretty much alone in the world. The door is closed to my heart, and my ass.
I don't feel like any type of relationship I have with someone is meant to be kept on some sort of short lease. Or to work like a balanced chequebook. I like it when people go off on their own and return when they need me. What I mean is, I value whatever fleeting connection how much it meant to me or not. I would like to get closer to someone but it's not going to be inspired by any self-interested need for comfort in reciprocation.
They fear you until they feel safe, the intimidation wears away, so they don't feel the need to kiss your ass. I've had people do me that way, until I realized why they were kissing my ass the whole time. I feel it makes them stupid **** faces, and they can all kiss my ass litterally.
This is exactly how I feel..I have lots of friends..some I dont even talk to for years, some I see almost everyday..but it happens as it happens with no expectations of commitment or exclusiveness.
I can related to what you're saying. That's why I think the reason for ass-kissing is to fake that closeness. Because actual closeness involves some sort of commitment to being emotionally available. Not at the drop of a hat, but when you're needed.
there is nothing worse than a clingy friend, I think I'd rather have an emotionally unavailable one. at least I get to drink ALL the beer :cheers:
I've never been an asskisser. I only speak my mind. If you hear something positive from me...then be glad because you are one of the few. I failed my first class - creative writing, because I refused to kiss my teachers ass. We had to write out what we thought of the class and I wrote that it was a bullshit, let everyone feel good type of class. I made a C in his African American Lit. course. I missed the same amount of days, and I still let him know how much I disliked him. What changed? I actually let him know that I liked the class - because I did.