I’ve had endless encounters with people who have me constantly questioning my trust in people on the daily. I find those who aren’t trustworthy aren’t great people. I never throw the word “bad” around unless it is someone who has absolutely done something unspeakable. Such as sexual abuse, abuse, murder, etc. Ya know, the really really horrible things that have no coming back from. There are people that come to mind I don’t like, but none I would say are horrible people. My dad raised me to see the good in everyone, you never know what is going on behind the curtains, you only see what people let you see. Who am I to judge a person’s soul based on small experiences I’ve had with an encounter with someone during a certain point in their life? People change all the time. 

AH, I’m rambling here. But now you understand a bit more about my perspective on things which helps you perceive this particular person I am writing about. 

My freshman year I met these two people who were roommates and had been friends for a very long time. I started getting close to these two but as time went on things got ugly real fast. For some context, these two had an ongoing unspoken competition going on throughout their whole friendship. I got caught up in this because two of us would manage to always leave out the other unintentionally. It sucked. They brought attention to me what was going on and we all worked it out. So fast forward to this year (sophomore year), it started happening again. This time it was the two of them always making me feel left out. One of them had began acting cold to me out of the blue for their own reasons. Therefore, intentionally making me feel left out and stealing the other’s attention all for themselves. A little while after finding out their hateful feelings towards me they started spreading lies about me to the other one. It absolutely hurt like hell knowing they didn’t know the full truth, only a skewed version of it to make me look bad. It hurt so bad especially because I had been so close to this person (not the mean one). Neither of them were going to listen to me or believe me so what was the point in fixing things. As of lately, I don’t speak to either of them. Well one of them talks to me occasionally but only during open conversations with our other friends.The one who hates me won’t even bat an eye at me. I hate drama. It’s so stressful and overwhelming. That one person thrives on drama and I despise it. I don’t despise them because I’m sure there are reasons for why they are doing what they are doing. It doesn’t justify their behavior but it explains it. 

I’m sure this brief story is a little hard to follow since there is so much context that has been left out that occurred between freshman and sophomore year. But the moral of the story is I very much don’t like this person or how they wronged me.