Me and Friendliness (or Friendliness and I For You Grammar People)

If there is such a thing as too friendly, I'm the person who is. I'm not someone who can be pushed around but I believe in making sure other people are not inadvertently insulted or somehow uncomfortable because of me. I'm happy when other people are happy and I hate seeing people looking sad or dejected.

Back to the too friendly thing, though. I'm someone who enjoys my quiet time, my "by myself" time. And yet, I tend to acquire the friends that can be a tad annoying or...immature. Most of the time, I don't mind because I can be the same way (though not usually to a physical extent unless I'm particularly giddy or if the person...nevermind) but at 7:30 in the morning, I'm still slightly tired. I'm not complaining about anybody, even though nobody'll probably read this, but I need somewhere to rant.

I have only a couple declared enemies and I only have them because they declared me an enemy first or because they just repulsed me too dang much. One of the big things in my repulsion is a mote of unfairness, a tendency some teachers seem to have. I won't name names but my enemies among teachers are those who have an extreme imbalance in that fairness part of their brains. Even so, I give a lot of respect and therefore leniency to most teachers. When a teacher shows an injustice with no joke, no reason, and a whole heck of a lot of other injustices (of actual value) under their belt, then I have a problem with it. When that person is my friend, well, that teacher's in for the long haul of dealing with an annoyed me.

Mind you, I'm careful about who I consider a friend because, for some reason, people get a little uptight when you assume they're a friend, especially when you have little social standing. Maybe I only have these experiences because of a certain person who can be a little creepy when he assumes someone is his friend. Anyway, here's a little chunk of myself for you all to enjoy if you want to.