As I look back on our younger years, I tend to wonder why I gave a damn on certain people and experiences in my life.
Why did I try so hard to please that particular person, knowing well at the back of my head that we didn’t have the chemistry to be friends? Why did I allow myself to be made to feel less than by the egotistic show off of someone that I knew just for the reason that I needed him or her as a friend? And why did I care so much and cry over the fact that so and so didn’t like me? Years later, that so and so is long gone from my life and I don’t give a damn about his or her attention a single bit.
Maybe, the reason why I cared so much back then was because immaturity and desperation were all I knew. My world was so small then that I didn’t have any points of reference, in terms of how big and complex the real world actually is.