But we never truly realise how so.

When constantly given comfort and taking said comfort for granted, as basic as it may be, we tend to forget how lucky we are. I tend to forget how lucky I am for having the comfort of a home, the insurance of education and the guarantee I'll have someone to catch me if I fall. Best I can do is nod and say thank you, yet admittedly, it isn't something I do very often. Maybe out of guilt, maybe out of confusion as to how did I only just realise. Maybe because it's awkward and unusual. Maybe because I take things too much for granted.

As cliché as it may seem, friends are like plants. You need to take regular care of them and not leave them ignored or else they slowly but surely fade away from your circle of acquaintances, which is quite a shame. I have to admit that I hardly forget anyone I meet for long enough, but it's still saddening how a few days, maybe weeks of poor communication can lead to the total loss of a friend. Maybe I'm too indifferent. Maybe they are too.

Ever feel like some people just aren't meant to be friends?

Should one feel guilty if many people have shown interest in him but he hasn't shown said interest back beyond basic friendship? (Can friendship really ever be described as "basic"?) Does that make them picky? Does that make them stupid? What if he had a good excuse? But that excuse was too personal to share? Does that make him a liar? A weird person? Has "weird" become a quality nowadays? How has our generation drastically degraded from a fairly cultivated bunch of fellows to an ignorant American-fed society whose future becomes more and more brooding with every single passing day?

Maybe I'm just wasting my time.

I'm probably just wasting my time.