Recently, I just realised something. In every stage of our lives we meet new people, then we become friends, and then after that stage ends, we will not be so close to that friend anymore and then we will make new friends again as we enter another stage. The cycle just goes on and on. Sure, there are some that we still keep in contact with but somehow or rather some of them just prefers spending time with their new friends. I guess when you have new things, the old things don't matter that much anymore. I'm glad I still have friends that have been my friends for many years. But sadly enough, there are some whom I don't really talk much to anymore.
Another thing is that popularity is earned but not for you to keep. After you enter another stage of life you are no longer popular unless you're some big shot or something. You gotta earn the popularity back again. It is easier for those who are good-looking, rich or smart(not geeks), cool and have some strong leadership skills. Hmm.. If so, why aren't I that popular? Nah, just kidding. Come to think of it, I don't want to be all that popular. I'm contented with the stage of my popularity now. I don't want people stalking me. It's also creepy. But then again, not everyone thinks like me. A lot of people crave for popularity so much that they might even like the idea of people stalking them. They like being the centre of attention and to know that many people are looking at them with marvel, with eyes unblinked, jaws dropping and mouth drooling as they walk past in the cafeteria. These people have no life. I feel happier if I can be on my own enjoying a quiet game of cs than people breathing down my neck. Oh well...
But no matter what, we still see these people around. And some people basically worships them. But I don't. So what if he's the richest guy in college. So what if she's the smartest girl on campus. At least you know I won't be drooling over them. If you see me drooling, I might be looking at food. So yea...
Popularizing,
Aaron
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