Things through my eyes

This is the never shown passage which i wrote before coming up with the story which was printed under the same title as my blog...it has many random strings of thought... can't hurt to put it up here...

Everybody has their viewpoints and this is mine. I find it very irritating that I have taken to thinking unlike the rest. After all what’s the point of trying to blend in into the crowd where everybody wants to stand out. There are interesting things I have learnt in 14 yrs that I don’t think all my classmates did. Like I find it very strange that we hold all our expectations from a few set of people. We keep a strong grudge in case something isn’t done by someone close to us. What is stranger still is that we don’t thank the other people who do the same. We notice the ones who actually comfort us, respect us and help us later than the ones who promise they will in times of need. I’m not saying that our friends shouldn’t be trusted but that we should also appreciate the rest. The rest, those people who strive to bridge the gap between them and you, those people who are the first to notice when you aren’t in a good mood and are trying hard to hide it, those people who you make fun of the entire time but in the end it is those people with whom you have those perchance three minute conversations in which your life spills out.
It takes just three minutes to know everything about the other person’s life, three minutes to know whether it will be good natured to prod on or just plain nosy, three minutes or actually less to know that the person in front of you will be there at your next birthday or be the only person who refuses to wish you, the one you’ll turn towards when your life feels like it’s crashing on your feet or the one who will cause it to crash in the first place.
The thing I find strangest is that even if we were ready to bet our lives on our friends today we might be at their throats tomorrow over a trifling matter. It seems as if our worst enemy is our closest friend. Must we hurt those who we (pardon the exaggeration) love the most? We don’t listen to excuses if we favor the person instead deny that ‘such a thing’ couldn’t have been done by them or if the fact was to hard to ignore we simply deny that we knew the person in the first place. It is not easy to forget friends and it is definetly not easy to make them forget you. Sometimes it is harder to say good bye to a friend than one’s own mother (which the mother, if I may say, find very aggravating). In my point of view, when we get to a certain age from when on we belong more to our friends than our family after all ‘ friends are the siblings God forgot to give us’