2004 Series : Mid - August

It took me four years to realize that the reason why I hang out with the people I consider my real "friends" was not because we were alike. It was deeper than that. I was drawn to them because they are exactly what I hate about myself. I don't hate them. That's ridiculous. It goes down to this simple realization. These qualities I abhor about myself...from my tendency to be obsessive compulsive, to my bipolar inclinations to be superior sometimes and inferior the next, to my being anti-social, to every oddity and eccentricity in my bones...somehow when I see it in them, I am unexplainably attracted and drawn to them. So why is it that I can't bring myself to like me?