A friend is someone who will stand by me: laugh with me in the good times, build memories, listen to me as I rant/cry/etc.
A friend is someone I could have an argument with yet still be able to move forward from that snare in the relationship.
A friend is someone true, reliable.
Is it always better to know the truth, even when it hurts? Or is ignorance bliss? Or are they both true some of the time?
Throughout my life, I have always told others, “Tell me the truth. I’d rather you tell me something true and hurtful than hide it from me.”
Sometimes, ignorance felt like bliss, but then I’d have the thoughts gnawing away at my mind and I’m wondering if it’d be better to just confront rather than just play along blindly.
I’ve had friends tell me, “I’d rather not tell you the truth right now because you know it’ll hurt.” I grapple with this response because, even though I know I’d feel hurt, I would also feel relief from knowing the truth right away.
(I know, the picture doesn’t match the topic of this post)
Interesting topic for today:
Describe what your laugh sounds like. Who in your family is your laugh most similiar to, and most different from?
My laugh can go from girly-giggly to boisterous. I notice that my laugh varies depending on who I’m with; the people I’m closest/most comfortable speaking with, I laugh loudly, hysterically. With acquaintances, I hold myself back a little more and just lightly laugh/giggle.
In my family, we all have various laughs (just like we all have various sneezing styles, haha). I suppose I am most like my mom in my laughter: shy with others but with loved ones, anything goes. I love the way my mom laughs because it makes me smile.
So, how does your laugh sound like?
The most important thing I’m putting off…
Well, since I am writing this entry after-the-fact, I can safely say right now that I put off listening to my gut feeling about leaving San Francisco.
Until everything literally blew up in front of me.
And now I see clearly that I put off this decision for too long. Two years ago, I had wanted to leave San Francisco anyway. But I decided to stay because of other reasons. And last year, I couldn’t leave because of my accident.
But now, with this waiting period before business school, what else can I do? Wait around San Francisco? Circumstances say “no”.
So I’m glad I now see that I have a way out.
Oh goodness. I’ve been sitting here pondering what to write for the Daily Post Day 19 prompt. Honestly I can’t think of one moment right now where I observed bravery.
I can think of moments of assertiveness that I have seen, but nothing outstanding. We all experience situations daily where we have to learn to be brave and speak up.
I know I have some problems with speaking my mind and being brave; it’s something I must work on this year especially. In the words of a newfound friend: “I count, too. Speak up!”