[*Thedreaming*]

(Original post by Sir Fox)
There is no simple solution. Start making 'normal' friends (just because you want, not because anyone urges you, because those friends are rich and famous or for whichever unjustified reason). From that point on, nothing is predictable.

For most of my teenager years I only had some few friends I rarely met, mainly because I hated socialising and didn't feel I need friends. Then I went abroad and *BAM*, out of the first two friends I made one is now my best friend - I've just been lucky to find this special girl (yeah, I'm a dude with a girl as my best friend ) and didn't have to do all the 'trial and error' thing over and over again. Unfortunately she's living far away and when I start university abroad I'll have to make new friends.

You cannot plan this. Make friends and time will tell who of them is special enough to be a 'real' friend (for me all friends are real friends as I don't have any false friends, they are few but worth the time).

i do not a want a long distance friendship...it will eventually turn to the situation i have now

all the people i know have proved themselves to facking useless..then i get pissed for wasting my time on them.

good luck on your university stuff.

[I have a question]

(Original post by *Thedreaming*)
6.5

to others i think i'm a zero.

Well, the results of this highly accurate and reliable test has made me come to this conclusion...

I think you just need to get out more and meet more people, you've obviously got it ("it" being something to offer) in you but you seem to be holding yourself back.

[*Thedreaming*]

(Original post by chelseafan)
You need to shift your attitude. You seem to have a defeatist attitude caused by past bad experiences. Positive thinking could be the answer.

tried positive thinking....failed.

[*Thedreaming*]

i think i'm just incredibly unlucky with the people i meet..they all turn out to be buffoons in the end.

[chelseafan]

(Original post by *Thedreaming*)
tried positive thinking....failed.

Easy to see why.

[Sir Fox]

(Original post by *Thedreaming*)
i do not a want a long distance friendship...it will eventually turn to the situation i have now

all the people i know have proved themselves to facking useless..then i get pissed for wasting my time on them.

good luck on your university stuff.

It has justed turned into a long distance friendship, for more than a year it has been a normal friendship and we met on a daily basis. I don't try to tell you that long distance friendships are the way to go, I just described the way I found a real friend

[*Thedreaming*]

(Original post by chelseafan)
Easy to see why.

don't judge my path unless you have walked in my shoes

[*Thedreaming*]

i prefer to be a realist

[janet9]

"I can count my real friends on the two fingers that I'd like to raise to the rest of them". Love this quote so much, from http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandsty...ly-ill-patient.

[kaylafrances]

be a realist painter?

[chelseafan]

(Original post by *Thedreaming*)
i prefer to be a realist

Stop feeling sorry for yourself and grow a pair.

[*Thedreaming*]

(Original post by chelseafan)
Stop feeling sorry for yourself and grow a pair.

Fack off.

[Casshern1456]

(Original post by *Thedreaming*)
I'm not normal.

Do you mean you have superpowers or 5 fingers on each hand, you'll be FINE!! and if your bored now, I will be your friend let's lighten up the loneliness together.

[chelseafan]

(Original post by *Thedreaming*)
Fack off.

Any real purpose to this thread?

[Strawberrycayk]

(Original post by rbnphlp)
Let me tell you a story ,
The story begins in a village/
The village, were sheep farmers. Everybody in the village took turns to look after the sheep, and when Peter was 10 years old, he was considered old enough to take his turn at shepherding.

But Peter was too easily bored, and he found it very tiresome being on the hillside with only sheep for company. So he’d find ways to amuse himself, running up rocks, climbing trees, chasing sheep, but nothing really kept him amused for very long. Then he hit upon a brilliant idea. He climbed to the top of the tallest tree, and started shouting towards the village: “Wolf! Wolf! Wooolf! Woohoolf!”

One of the villagers heard him, and got all the other men together, and armed with axes, hoes and forks, they ran out of the village to chase away the wolf and save their herd. Of course when they got there, they merely found Peter perched high up in his tree, laughing, and the sheep grazing peacefully. They were very annoyed with him. That night Peter got a spanking from his mother and was sent to bed without any supper.

For a while life went on again as normal, and people forgot about the incident. Peter managed to behave himself whenever it was his turn to mind the sheep. Until one day, he got really bored again. He picked up some sticks, and running through where the sheep were grazing, he started hitting the sticks together, and shouting: “Wolf! Wolf! Wooolf! Woohoolf! Woohoohoooolf!”

Sure enough, somebody in the village heard and before long the men all come running up the hill armed with their sticks and axes and hoes and shovels, ready to chase away the big bad wolf, and save their sheep and the poor shepherd boy. Imagine their consternation when they arrived in the field to see their herd grazing peacefully, and Peter sitting on a big rock, laughing uncontrollably.

That night Peter got a good telling off, an even better spanking from his mother, and was again sent to bed without any supper. For a few days people in the village went around moaning about Peter and his tricks, but before long things settled down again, and life resumed its normal uneventful course, and Peter had to do his turn at shepherding again every now and then. He decided he should behave himself, he really didn’t want to upset everybody all the time, and he especially didn’t want another one of his mother’s spankings!

Then, one afternoon when Peter was in the fields with the sheep, he noticed some of them were getting nervous, they started bleating and running hither and thither. Peter didn’t know what was the cause of this strange behaviour, sheep were running all over and making an ever louder racket. He got worried and decided to climb a tree so he could see what was going on. He balanced on a sturdy branch and looked around, what he saw almost made him fall out of the tree. There was a great big hairy wolf, chasing the sheep, biting at their legs, snapping at their tails. For a few seconds Peter was speechless. Then he started shouting: “Woolf! Woolof! Woohoohooloof!”

In the village an old man heard the shouting. “Oh no, not that Peter again”, he said, shaking his head. “What’s going on?” enquired another villager. “It’s that Peter again, he just can’t help himself”.

“That boy needs to be the centre of attention all the time”, said another. “Wait till his mother gets a hold of him”, added yet another. Nobody believed that this time there really was a wolf, and nobody got their hoe out, or their axe, or their shovel. All the sticks were left in the sheds and nobody rushed up the hillside. It wasn’t until very much later that afternoon, that the boy sent to take over the shepherding from Peter found dead sheep’s bodies strewn all over the hillside, and Peter still up there in his tree, whimpering, that the villagers found out there really had been a wolf this time.


So the question why did I tell you this story ?

I dont know man , just thought this was a good time to share this story.

You're awesome

[spiral87]

(Original post by letr)
one does not simply get real friends.
I can be your real friend
edit:he gets all the rep-i just couldnt be bothered getting the pic

D'aww. I gave you one.

[Sir Master of Bate]

(Original post by *Thedreaming*)
don't judge my path unless you have walked in my shoes

You think yourself alone here? Don't be daft. Many many people have walked this path.

I have a grand total of 2 friends, and a few acquaintances. This is my own fault and I know it. I don't put in enough effort to keep friends/make new ones.

My problem is that I struggle with general chit chat. Unless a subject is of interest to me I'm a one word answer kind of person. This will drive people away instantly because they'll think you boring and/or arrogant.

Answer - Be more out-going and less "realistic"*

*another word for 'I'm a miserable bugger'.

[willbee]

(Original post by *Thedreaming*)
alll of mine have been facking errors though
gets incredibly fustrating.

all the people i know of have a few special people.

Try again.

Some relationships sour, **** happens and some people have friends for life, some don't. Treasure your friendships while they last, but don't mourn them too much when they're over. Friendships tend to end for a reason, even if that is distance or lifestyle choice and you feel like otherwise you would be soulmates.

I think everyone needs somewhere between four and six special friends, people to lean on, people that constitute "home". Now, I don't know how many people have let you down recently, but if all your friends seem to let you down at the same time, perhaps it is more a reflection on you than on them.

But I'm speculating: I have no idea what is going on in your life, but I feel as if I can empathise with you as my longest friendship has come apart at the seams in the last week, unfortunately.

The thing I would say, though, is that if you have been good friends with anybody and they have let you down, give them a second chance as much as it pains you. If they don't know what they're doing to hurt you, you can't expect them to stop (self-medicating here really) but if they know they are causing you pain, then you don't need to keep them in your life.

Friends are people we choose to spend our lives with, but they're not in it for the long haul like family. Family are the people who have been a part of our life for so long that spending time with them is not even habit, but completely natural. You don't have to like your family, you don't even have to love them. You just have to have known them long enough and well enough to stick with them even after the **** has hit the fan and you both smell a lot uglier because you're covered in it.

So work out if whoever has recently wronged you is a friend or a family member, and if they're one of the four to six (give or take) people that you considered your closest friends, then it's fair to count them as family and stick with them a little longer.

If they're only friends, then they're fantastic, but you can live without them. If they're more like family, then you'll find living without them extremely difficult. I think that's the big difference when it comes down to it.

And if you look at it all and think everyone has abandoned you then I am not qualified to advise you in that sort of situation, for I have never been in it myself. But I'll quote Simone White to conclude, and hopefully you get the general gist of what I'm saying:

"Home is the house you build with your bones"

[robinhood22]

You will get the one by your self if you deserve ! Stop living in your imaginations and start enjoying the life the way it is... Don't forget that 2012 is half the way !

[aspirinpharmacist]

(Original post by rbnphlp)
Let me tell you a story ,
The story begins in a village/
The village, were sheep farmers. Everybody in the village took turns to look after the sheep, and when Peter was 10 years old, he was considered old enough to take his turn at shepherding.

But Peter was too easily bored, and he found it very tiresome being on the hillside with only sheep for company. So he’d find ways to amuse himself, running up rocks, climbing trees, chasing sheep, but nothing really kept him amused for very long. Then he hit upon a brilliant idea. He climbed to the top of the tallest tree, and started shouting towards the village: “Wolf! Wolf! Wooolf! Woohoolf!”

One of the villagers heard him, and got all the other men together, and armed with axes, hoes and forks, they ran out of the village to chase away the wolf and save their herd. Of course when they got there, they merely found Peter perched high up in his tree, laughing, and the sheep grazing peacefully. They were very annoyed with him. That night Peter got a spanking from his mother and was sent to bed without any supper.

For a while life went on again as normal, and people forgot about the incident. Peter managed to behave himself whenever it was his turn to mind the sheep. Until one day, he got really bored again. He picked up some sticks, and running through where the sheep were grazing, he started hitting the sticks together, and shouting: “Wolf! Wolf! Wooolf! Woohoolf! Woohoohoooolf!”

Sure enough, somebody in the village heard and before long the men all come running up the hill armed with their sticks and axes and hoes and shovels, ready to chase away the big bad wolf, and save their sheep and the poor shepherd boy. Imagine their consternation when they arrived in the field to see their herd grazing peacefully, and Peter sitting on a big rock, laughing uncontrollably.

That night Peter got a good telling off, an even better spanking from his mother, and was again sent to bed without any supper. For a few days people in the village went around moaning about Peter and his tricks, but before long things settled down again, and life resumed its normal uneventful course, and Peter had to do his turn at shepherding again every now and then. He decided he should behave himself, he really didn’t want to upset everybody all the time, and he especially didn’t want another one of his mother’s spankings!

Then, one afternoon when Peter was in the fields with the sheep, he noticed some of them were getting nervous, they started bleating and running hither and thither. Peter didn’t know what was the cause of this strange behaviour, sheep were running all over and making an ever louder racket. He got worried and decided to climb a tree so he could see what was going on. He balanced on a sturdy branch and looked around, what he saw almost made him fall out of the tree. There was a great big hairy wolf, chasing the sheep, biting at their legs, snapping at their tails. For a few seconds Peter was speechless. Then he started shouting: “Woolf! Woolof! Woohoohooloof!”

In the village an old man heard the shouting. “Oh no, not that Peter again”, he said, shaking his head. “What’s going on?” enquired another villager. “It’s that Peter again, he just can’t help himself”.

“That boy needs to be the centre of attention all the time”, said another. “Wait till his mother gets a hold of him”, added yet another. Nobody believed that this time there really was a wolf, and nobody got their hoe out, or their axe, or their shovel. All the sticks were left in the sheds and nobody rushed up the hillside. It wasn’t until very much later that afternoon, that the boy sent to take over the shepherding from Peter found dead sheep’s bodies strewn all over the hillside, and Peter still up there in his tree, whimpering, that the villagers found out there really had been a wolf this time.


So the question why did I tell you this story ?

I dont know man , just thought this was a good time to share this story.

You are brilliant.