Three kinds of people I live with…

Relationships have always been trickier for me. Be it a love affair, be it with my parents, sister or friends. Either they end up being so close to me that I lose my freedom to say no to them, or it reaches to an extreme that they end up thinking me as stay-away-from-her. But something was always evident that I become inevitable in their lives somehow – to hate or to love.

During my school and college days, people were always keen on knowing what I would do next. My long tongue never had any scarcity of ideas, so I kept telling them some big ideas as if I am determined to do them. The fact was that I was a last minute planner and never ended doing what I always thought initially. Somehow, some of my classmates around me would end up doing what I said and I would stay sideways with an evil grin on my face. They would later come back to me and ask, ‘why didn’t you do that?’, and my answer would be a long silence.

To people, who are much closer, the relationship is more eloquent. They end up taking me for granted (literally), that they do not mind digging my mobile, walking into my space any time they want, demand me for day outs irrespective of my schedules etc. But, I enjoy them because I feel friends have the right to do it, except when the actions cross my privacy.

To add to it, I like people who are less formal compared to those who bug us with sorry, thank you all the time. To these people, I always ensure that I behave according to them. And, that is why they like me too. But, these people are dangerous because often ‘expectations arise out of them’.

Then there is this third category of people. They leave me free that they trust I know to make and mend my way. There is no expectation involved nor any rules. This also doesn’t mean that they understand me fully. They would take me as they understood, but the pressure of relationship never appears among us. Among all the three, my favorite kind of people are always those who leaves me free and accept me as I’m, irrespective of the kind of relationship they have with me. Those kinds of people do exist, but quite less in number.

Relationships are fun to watch and grow with. Each changes it color as the time goes. Analyzing them, thinking about the past, the wild imaginations etc. make life cheerful. They do make us live, more than mere exist.