Sometimes, particularly in school and unfortunately in Uni, you meet a few people and have had the odd person in your life, that was so great, likeable and great to be around, you grow accustomed to a certain 'standard' in your relationships. What then seems really tragic is that you don't quite get it together with these great people, they move on elsewhere, and you're stuck in a situation of being around the most odious, devious, self-seeking little ****ers. Moreover, in an environment where these types thrive. When I encounter this behaviour it makes me so sad, as I can envisage how beautiful things can be around the right people, a standard of honesty and likebality that I'm used to. Not very articulate, but does anyone see what I mean?