Dear #Just, Who To Trust?

I have my fair share of failed friendships, and most of these encounters stressed me out so much way back then. It was hard, particularly if you’re thinking that having a lot of friends will make you any different. It actually didn’t.

The truth is, you won’t know a person without completely discerning them. For example, you became friends because you both loved Game of Thrones but that’s it and that’s not good enough. My perspective of good friendship starts with really acknowledging them and finding their interests and your differences.

You get fewer friends, but they are those you can really trust.

One major mistake of friendship is treating them as your secret keepers the moment you both laughed at a topic. You see, it’s dangerous. You tell them your secrets and you don’t know how trustworthy they are. That’s where we get problems because simply they can’t keep your secrets.

You can be alone, and though others see that you have no friends it’s actually better than keeping a dozen who can’t even be trusted. Do you get my point? Sometimes, being an introvert makes the most sense. You get fewer friends, but they are those you can really trust. Your deepest secrets, your deadly plans.

I see things differently, probably because I got used to observing people so much that I would know their body languages and what they mean. Or most probably, I got faked so many times that I learned.

I’m very sensitive, and most of my closest friends know about it.

Why am I writing this to you? Because I want to share something that has been in my chest for quite a while. It’s either I keep it and keep breaking, or speak it out and feel free from being depressed — which I shouldn’t have been feeling from the very start.

I’m very sensitive, and most of my closest friends know about it. I can cry because of a certain situation for hours, and we would sometimes drink over it. It’s funny, I almost built a beer tummy because of it.

For the past couple of months that I’ve been with this team at work, I’ve noticed so much color which I found myself blinded by it that I have to wear glasses. It was a nice team, a group of people I thought I would want to stay for a long while. We had fun at work. They were funny, and we would always find time to be funny. I loved that.

We had a team leader who is a great person. Honestly, my first impression was she could be savage. Surprisingly, she is a person who understands her employees. She is savage, metaphorically, but for those people who would want to break us — her team members. She knows how to protect us and knows how to make the best of us. They were the months that I would cherish. She was a true person. Sadly, work seeks constant change and she had to find a better environment. We, on the other hand, found ourselves lost again.

When we had to be transitioned to another line of business, real colors began to get spray painted.

Now, here’s where the real thing happened. As much I appreciate my teammates, I have already noticed some that are not that real. When I talk and know a person, I would treat them as a friend. I would treat them with respect and I don’t keep any ill well against them. They were good, probably because we were being treated well by our team leader previously. There was no conflict. No issues. But when we had to be transitioned to another line of business, real colors began to get spray painted.

We were put on a team — a team that I’m not sure how to describe — in which we were forced to do a lot of things in a very short time. It was like working in a factory where you have to make sure everything is precisely correct. Of course, we have to talk to our clients — that’s what we do. Make sure we resolve issues in a very limited time — which is part of a qualification. Finish it quick, you’re good to go.

We experienced a stressful environment. We had to open up, at least, to make our views heard. But then it would always end up as naught. This is where I found the people I can trust, and those who I can’t. It’s a very dangerous game of Snakes and Ladder. You step on someone, you’ll fall hard broken.

It was like working in a factory where you have to make sure everything is correct.

I treated some of them as friends. In a mistake, I shared my opinions and suggestions about how some of us would want to drive change. But in this industry, you should become a snake to won the ladder over.

It’s a very dangerous game of Snakes and Ladder. You step on someone, you’ll fall hard broken.

I noticed how these people changed, from them being possible friends to strangers. I never thought that I would experience this. Apparently, this industry shows every aspect of a person. They can be as fake as a phone’s filter.

Now, I have to be as careful as a Zebra in a sea of Crocodiles. One wrong word would mean you losing your job. Politics in this industry is horrendous. You’re friends of a higher ops, you can then get away with murder. And the friends you thought were transparent and trustworthy are nothing but clippers who’d unquestionably accept opprobrious words just to please the leader.

One wrong word would mean you losing your job.

It’s not healthy. It’s not friendly. It’s sick and needs to have a change. But there are people who can never be changed, you’ll just have to be cautious.

The friends you thought were transparent and trustworthy, are nothing but clippers who’d unquestionably accept opprobrious words just to please the leader.

Yes. I need to change too. I won’t, and will not, trust people solely because they can tell you nice things and speak your language.

One thing is for sure, keep those who trusts you and let go of those who would spill the beans any second a viper comes in. They’re not worth it.

The One Who Cares, Fudge