Where is the love?

May 15, 2006

People always say there are people out there who love you but I have never seen them.
Maybe it’s a cultural difference in display of affection like I keep telling myself.
See my whole family is African and well I would say I am too but because I only lived there for 8 years and in England for 12 years I think I have grown more accustomed to the English way. I can’t even remember much of Africa there’s so many things I try to forget that I think I have added even the good memories.

My point in all this is that I have never felt loved. Maybe my family does love me but they have never shown it.

I know God loves me. But sometimes you just want to be shown, you want to feel it, you want to hear it.

dealing with friends

May 10, 2006

I chose this target to remember to keep in contact with old friends to put more effort into new ones and to be there for current ones.
I am too insecure in this arena. I always think every time I leave the room they start talking about me. Girls can be bitchy (this is why I like guy friends better).
But I know what I should do is trust my friends to stand up for me in such catty situations and not worry that people are poisoning them against me.
If they are silly enough to believe whatever is being said they obviously aren’t good friends to begin with.

I am the talker in all my friendships but I find I listen well too. Sometimes they are quiet shocked when I mention something from previous conversations because they assume I wasn’t listening.

When I first meet people I am better at one to one rather than the group thing