Joulo's Defense: Friendless Edition

I am such a friendless loser. I mean, I have a lot of friends but they don't really have a long shelf life. I'm not a meanie (oh really) or something (what something?). I just don't really know how to treat people well (spot on!) or maybe I don't treat my self well (shrink?). I don't know (oh sure you do!).

I don't even have a bestfriend for starters. Who on earth doesn't have a bestfriend (uhmm.. Joulo, that's you)?

A fortnight ago I was attending the ORSEM (for dummies or just plain ignorants: Orientation Seminar) for my school. I didn't have one person approach me! Well, except for this random girl that reminded me of my past classmate: ugly, skinny, cheapster, etc. No offense to her! I mean it's not her fault she was born (or bred?) like that (no wonder you don't have friends).

Why am I always the one doing the approaching? Doing the awkward and scary act of making friends? Why? I have a thick face (you do)? I do? No I haven't (denial!)! Okay, so maybe I do (thank you Jesus!), is that bad (no!)? O' course not (hell to the yeah!)! That's actually a good thing. Whenever I make friends it's like it's always the wrong person! Like not my type. You know (no)? That kind of person you just made friends with for the hell of it (how mean!)?

I know what you're gonna say, "How do you know that the person that approached you would be your type of friend?" (alam mo naman pala, eh). But the point is that I'm the one always making the first move? It's just so frustrating! What's wrong? I look approachable (so you said)! I look like someone who won't reject or judge a person (how 'bout a look in the mirror pal).

This day I was at Manresa Farm for the Aggies Freshmen Day and still friendless. Well, except for Dave (my first move, not really my type of friend (no offense Dave)) and Alex (neighbour. So you figure it out). I ate alone at Greenwich in a big table. The meal of shame (more like meal of karma!). It wasn't totally embarassing but some of my batch mates saw me alone! What a loser (couldn't agree with you more)! What? (sorry)

I need advice. Or your pity. Or whatever. Befriend me (acts of desperation). I'm not desperate. (okaaay)

P.S. I'm sorry about my alter ego! Whatever I write he comments!

(P.S. I'm sorry about Joulo. You know how he is.)