Rantings of the mind

An Extrovert? Her? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Honestly, she was still figuring it out. People often said she lit up a room— but sometimes she wondered if she just made others uncomfortable. They told her, “You’re so good with people,” and expected her to take the lead. They admitted feeling a bit awkward— and she understood. Not everyone was wired the same. But did that mean she was too much? She really tried to include them. She pulled them into conversations, introduced them, laughed a little louder just to ease the tension. And still— they stayed silent, or quietly walked away. Was she helping? Or missing what they truly needed? Was her outgoing nature a bridge for them— or simply a path they weren’t ready to walk yet? It was tricky— finding the balance between being herself and making sure others felt comfortable too. So yes… Her being an extrovert? Bane or boon? She still didn’t know.

 In relationships—whether they’re friendships, family bonds, or something more—communication and empathy are everything. Yet, so often, people get caught up in blame, ego, and emotional games, forgetting the simple truth: everyone just wants to feel heard and understood. Blaming situations is never a solution to anything. When a person tells you they’re hurt, they expect understanding—not a lengthy essay about you were hurt by them in the past. Shifting blame to make the other person feel guilty just to feel better about yourself is unfair. What kind of attitude is that? Everyone has their own struggles in life, and everyone deserves to be happy. If you don’t have a history with someone, you don’t have the right to judge their actions. It’s their life, their choice. You can’t just hate someone without a reason and throw around derogatory comments ( don’t think that it's cool) —that only makes you look like the meanest person in the world.  Confrontation and healing need to com...

Friendship in college is not the same as the friendships we had in school. In school, we never really spent much time with our friends. We were mostly focused on our studies. In many cases, we didn’t even know much about each other’s families. Yet somehow, we’d still find two or three genuine friends—people who truly wanted to know us and sincerely wished for our well-being. But when we enter college, the atmosphere is entirely different. We start learning more about life than the subjects taught by our professors. We learn about society, how the world works, and the struggles each person must endure just to survive. We come across people who smile in front of us but speak poorly behind our backs. After all that emotional effort, we might find someone we consider a good friend—only to realize that they are also close to the very people who talk behind our backs. Worse, they only seem to reach out when they need something. And that makes us question: What’s the point of friendship if so...