Would You Be My Friend?


I realize that most of the people who read my blog are already my friends and/or family, but if you weren’t already and you just met me, would you be my friend? Seriously, would you? Every day I try to be a good person. I try to always be honest and kind. Sometimes it’s hard to do both, but it is possible. I try to be nice and when I can’t be nice I try to be quiet. I try to laugh more than I yell. I try not to yell at all, but I am who I am and I get loud sometimes. I try to be the best me that I can be. I’m not perfect. I never claimed to be. What I am is a work in progress. Sometimes I have a foul mouth. I try to find better and more appropriate words these days. I am sarcastic by nature. I try to be funny without being mean. I do have a temper, but I find if I think twice before I speak I am not as angry when I do speak. Every day is a new chance to be a good person. I am not always successful, but I do try. I love my husband and my daughter more than anything or anyone and I try to be a good wife and a great mom. Sometimes I do better than others, but I always try. I know that people are always going to judge me and I try to accept that, but I wish people would give me a chance before they write me off. No, I’m not perfect, but are you? I would never hurt anyone on purpose. Yes it’s true that there are people that I don’t like, but I have some pretty good reasons for feeling that way and I have given everyone at least one chance to change my opinion. Most of the time I’ve given them more than one chance. When I love someone it takes a lot of hurt for me to let them go. So the people that I have walked away from have been very deserving of that burned bridge. I just don’t understand how you can feel good about yourself when someone tries to be your friend and you don’t even give them a chance. I am 35 years old and I feel like a broken hearted little girl all over again just because someone doesn’t want to be friend. I know it’s silly, but I am who I am and I feel what I feel. Right now I feel sad and hurt, but I’ll get over it and I’ll make other friends. I wish you all the best, even if you’re not smart enough to realize how awesome I am. 🙂

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