I never believed in the 'friendship' concept.

Whenever someone calls me their best friend I cringe away. Mostly because I keep wondering on how much they’ve truly known me.

Everybody just knows me as the happy, easy-going girl, the one who always takes the wise decisions, the one we always go to when we need to get a moral boost.

Everyone feels they know me.

Everybody talks to me because I somehow manage to make them feel good about themselves.

Or perhaps everyone believes I'm their friend because I am nice to them.

But nobody knows me. Not entirely. How can they possibly know me when I have not even met the whole of myself? Unless I have! *smirks*

I have been suffocating with the subjects I chose to do.

I don't relate to them. I am doing them just because I wanted to make others happy. and yes that's me doing that- I the person who always beckons others to listen to their hearts and not society.

Yes, I'm pathetic, worthy of your pity perhaps but I know what it's like to live the life I live, to live a life where I still doubt if I'm me parents' own kid, to live a life that is not the one I wanted, to be surrounded by adults I never want to grow into.

To have 'friends' who think they know me.

If a guy stares at you for a long time while smiling does he like you?

There's this guy at my work who I've been starting to get to know better, and I've noticed that every time he sees me he always gets this big smile on his face and he stares at me all the time. He has this look in his eyes that I can't really explain but it seems like he's fascinated or dreamy. Plus I'll be doing something and I'll look over at him and catch him looking right over at me, and he just smiles and I smile back. Today as he was leaving work I saw him from a distance but I didn't say anything because I wasn't going to shout across the parking lot, and he just developed this big smile while looking right at me, and I couldn't help but smile too. Then he came over and we talked a little before he left (he seemed nervous and he's kind of dorky, but I think it's cute) I don't know, I just feel like he stares at me just a little longer than any other person. I was wondering if this could mean he likes me?

Comparing the lifestyles of celebrities and ordinary people

Disney’s TV Show Hannah Montana depicts the female protagonist’s choice of leading an ordinary life despite being a celebrity. The show fluidly walks us through the distinct lifestyles of a celebrity and that of an ordinary person in terms of their set of values, ways of life, activities and attitudes. Whether celebrities and ordinary people are truly different would require a close diagnostic. The first thing that comes to mind when discussing celebrity and common man’s lifestyles is luxury . From the sports industry to the entertainment industry, from politicians to business tycoons, the mantra “if you’ve got it, flaunt it” seems to be painted all over the walls that frame celebrity life. Because of the power and extraordinary amount of wealth they have, celebrities live a life that the normal man can only dream of. For instance, with real-estate assets worth more than just a few million dollars across the world, celebrities have better vacation options than an ordinary

Because being honest and being frank are two poles apart!

*I have been meaning to write this since 3 weeks now.* I wonder why people take it for granted that they can do anything to you and say anything to you! Honestly, how can people be that honest?! I don't get it! Now, just so that I get over this- we had rather just start! , I think that each one of us has been frank at least once in our life! Frankness broadcasts itself as a means for people to soothe their inability to contain their comments. Because want it or not- Frankness in comparison to honesty is a bad thing. Basically because being frank hurts the object and makes the subject feel good, whilst honesty-well honesty is good for both! Being frank is a stupendo fantabulously fantastic thing for many of us. It's been for me. Mainly because it allowed me to believe that I existed and it made me feel good- it made me feel good because I could put my opinions forward. But to be honest, I don't it's been the best thing to do! Frankness hurt

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