If you know me at all, then you’ll know that I am not much of a people person. It is much more comfortable for me when I’m with a group of friends with whom I can be as noisy or as silent as I want, depending on my mood.
Having said that, it baffles me that my closest friends—Gab, Bru, Gelo, Moj, perhaps even Babs (who, forgive me for the digression, has become one of my confidants in a short span of barely one month)—are the sort of people who enjoy the company of fellow living, breathing, talking human beings. How can my closest friends be my social opposites?
Charles Bukowski has a quote about people, with which I agree very strongly:
I don’t hate them… I just feel better when they’re not around.
When I look back, though, I see that it’s because of my more sociable friends that I have opened up to new people and encouraged me to do things I wouldn’t have otherwise done (like applying for writing gigs).
Maybe I don’t have to be as open to people as they are; however, I can take comfort in the fact that it is their differences with me that allow me to push my boundaries and have new experiences.