read some where...n thought its so true
An old unca speaks of his Dad...
Those were the days, deah. He fought with his friend over their independent opinions on Shaw. And never spoke to him again as long as he lived. Went to his funeral and wept like a baby, tho.
Yep. Well donno if it's then or now. But I feel sometimes like all the friends who'd be honest about an opinion to me... and stand by it... and care enough about my opinion to get upset when they think I'm wrong... I made them all in school.
Most people I meet today seem to think they need to be politic. They remember they might need my help someday, and accept the most abominable rudeness as an "investment" towards it.
Wish I met someone who was making friends, not collecting contacts!
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