i was in bed and as i was falling asleep, i just started thinking about things.
everything really. it's been a while since i've done that.
i have this habit of just not thinking about anything that upsets me but sometimes the thoughts somehow come forward and i cant stop them
they're always there subconsciously, it's my life after all, so i guess it's impossible to stop them sometimes.
it's all crap really.
one thing made me remember how i was ditched like shit because someone decided they were going to have either me or someone else
now that i think about it, that's happened twice my entire life (one of them apologised a year later, which i appreciated since i never actually spoke to them about it (in fact, i stopped speaking to them full stop) so they realised they were an ass all on their own. the other will have to fucking beg on their knees before i consider accepting an apology from them)
no one gave them the choice, they decided it themselves
maybe they don't like having too many people to think about at once
i've never made anyone else choose between their friends, i'd never dream of it no matter how much i hated their friends (the only thing i would want is their understanding that i have a very good reason not to like them and to not try to force me to like anyone. that's a bit disrespectful)
i've been made to choose before by someone else. it's something i hate and refuse to do
i had to choose between my friends and my ex. eventually, i just lost touch with them anyway and even after trying to regain those bonds, they'd already moved on and i was just something from the past.
i was also made to choose between family and my ex, obviously that wasn't easily done and pissed off my ex. tried to say my mum was evil. i never really stood up to my ex, but i did when my mum was accused of being evil (if anything, my family's the opposite in that they care a lot for people and animals, even raising money to help unfortunate animals and people).
i wouldn't want to make anyone else choose between people they care about like that.
i've had friends who had other friends i didn't like, don't get me wrong (and this has been so many times, even now - you won't always like the people your friends like to talk to), but i never once told them they shouldn't be friends
i only said what i didn't like about them when asked
and you know, i got a bit angry when me and an individual fell out and they stopped speaking to my friend (and they were good friends before). i thought it was unfair because they had nothing to do with our fall out, and they're their own person i don't expect anyone to take sides when i'm on bad terms with someone
especially because i hate being told not to like someone or to block them when i don't even have a reason to dislike them, it's awkward and i feel like if i say no, they'll assume i'm not on their "side" when it's not even about that (and it's funny how they didn't exactly offer or think of doing the same for me in return, which is a bit one sided)
i don't get why people have to make others choose, or why they make themselves choose between people.
well, i get why certain people in relationships do it, they're controlling assholes
but when people make themselves choose, i don't get it. maybe it's just an excuse to get rid of someone.
i want to go into some other stuff but there's certain people i know in real life that stalk my deviantart and bitched about things i've said in journals and comments, twisting things i've said (maybe you've noticed this past year that I barely write anything any more in my journals) but of course, i don't want to give them an excuse this time
and since it's real life stuff, they'll know even if it's written vaguely
i suppose the conclusion is that i just hate people in general. they're unpredictable, and many of them (even the ones you least expect) are so damn selfish and careless that it's easy for them to dump you like trash if you're not the person they want you to be (in other words, a stupid fake)
ugh, sorry but i needed to ramble about something. it's one of those moments.