Karma Chameleon

I’m finding myself surrounded more and more with friends who simply do not matter. More than anything else, I’ve begun to see who and what they really are. More often than not, they’re nice people, but not friendly. Friendly, in this case, goes beyond mere aquaintance; in fact, we do little more than say hello if we do indeed see each other. It’s one thing to make me upset, though. It’s a completely different thing to make on of my real, genuine friends upset.

This is to say that some people are very nice, and some not. I’ve got a song stuck in my head that apparently was popular at one point, but still, fewer and fewer people understand the effects of a smile or a absense of many days or weeks. I wish… Eh, what’s the difference.