I wonder if some people tolerate your friendship in a certain way because they think you are friends with them for a specific quality they acquire. Why are the people I am friends with my friends? Some people are certain because they like my personality and I theirs.
I know when I moved here I had a few guys ( names are not necessary) were so close, texting and calling wanting to hang out but the minute I wouldn't let them in my pants it was a different story. It was as if they vanished off the face of the earth. That showed me which part of me the valued to have become my friend. But there are the exceptiion few that I can never tell why they are the people they are in my life. I still wonder and don't know if I will ever find out
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I am the kind of person who likes being reminded what I mean to you. I like ( like most people maybe even everyone) getting appreciated once in a while. Everyday is too much only when necessary. I would like my good deeds to go unrecognized.


But why worry about human recognition when the most important one comes from above?