Friends

It's been 60 days, 22 hours, 38 minutes since i left Jakarta, my hometown. The town where i grew up, where i learn everything, where i have m life with. Being stubborn at the start, i believe i will not miss Jakarta. Right until now, i haven't miss Jakarta so much, but i'd rather miss my friends. Not the school, not the city, not even my family, not even my room, but my friends.

Born as the only child, without any siblings makes me feel lonely easily compared to other. Although i have a lot of cousins and other extended relatives, but i can never get close to them. Once i get close to them when i was in high school. However, once i have open my perspective to the social life, i am addicted to it. Thirst to have companions, afraid of being alone, possessive, selfish, and insecure. That what friendship has brought me into. Tragic, huh? I bet it is, but not. Not tragic at all. Rather than those insecure thoughts which appear not so often, I'd rather feel blessed to have such friendship and social life. Well, basically we are the Homo Socius, right? The social creatures. We are each other's slave, socially.

Once you made friends, you want more and more and more. It's addictive, in a good way.
Cheers! Have a nice day mate!