My friends (III)

I think I must be very happy about the blogging-friend things, so it should last a while. My plan is to go from A all the way to Z. Guess whether I can think of 26 friends to fill it up!

I still do not know why I picked Amsol, Brey and Chastina as my first three friends. Am I going down the list by the degree of how I like them? Probably, but that's definitely not what went through my mind. I wrote them first because they were the ones that went through my mind first. Maybe they are just the people who cared the most right now. And also, I know they are not the readers of my blog, so I am writing without inhibition.

Now I am going to tell something about one of my Chinese-speaking friends. To be honest, native Chinese-speaking friends are never my favorites. They are sorta back-up friends that I have to turn to when I run out of options. They are too uptight, stingy, and no fun. But this friend of mine is different: Dermon.

He came to the campus with me the same year. He is generous and very socialable. In comparison, I am the king of all nerds. He have many many friends. A kind of friendship that I never envy of, because it is very shallow. But he seems to enjoy it. Sometimes I even feel that he likes to show off with his broad network, like the ones that like to boast the number of their thefacebook friends. In that sense, we are very different, and that why the distance between us has been widening after a first-year "honeymoon" period. Now I have the co-op thing and begant to have other friends, and he also had his own family, so we barely talked any more.
I have no regrets about that. People just have different destinations in life. I think he is wasting too much time and not ambitious enough to come out on top, and he might be laughing at me for all the struggles I've been through with no foreseeable returns. "What's the point of life?" I guess we will have complete opposite answers.

Nonetheless, I am happy that I befriend with him. We are definitely not really caring or sharing or what conventional friendship is about. I see him more like a reference point to see myself: Am I taking the right path? His existence keeps me in check and prevents me from going to extreme. I want to lead a non-clique life, but not a weird life. Keeping a SHORT distance with Dermon reaffirms both.