Looking back at all my experiences with friendships, I notice one pattern in particular: About 95% of the time, there is at least one person who pushed around relentlessly by the entire group/clique/etc, the Omega.
This person is the butt of every joke, taken advantage more often than not, the group servant. These things were done in ways that weren’t always necessarily hurtful, but you could tell there was some serious lack of respect from the group towards that person. Basically, this person is the toilet paper with which each person in the group likes to wipe their high and mighty asses with. Yet, the Omega sticks around faithfully, taking everything they’re hit with and accepting it gracefully.
One in a while, I was this person. I say “once in a while” because I seem to be unable to say “No!”, plus I would do anything for my friends. However, I’m not devoid of self-respect or completely over-run by endless insecurities (not that all these people are, though…). In other words, I know when to put my foot down and when I do, people listen and back off. My point is, though, I understand the pressure and the overall experience of being that “Omega”.
So, to all of you who find yourself constantly at the mercy of your group of friends, I salute you! You are possibly the strongest people of them all. You put up with crap constantly, endless amounts of it, and you take it with a smile and don’t complain every step of the way. Experiences such as these will, in the long run, teach you great lessons in respect, compassion, and friendship if you allow them to.
It came out sickeningly girlie, but that’s fine with me.
I’m very disappointed with the image quality here! You can’t really see the true brilliance of all the colors meshed together in my tye-dye pattern. Blah, oh well.
Ever since I came out of my depression, I’ve become a very colorful person, so I’ll use anything as an excuse to created extremely colorful designs.
The little twisty vines are there to symbolize my life’s windy roads that make up so much of my personality, as well as my love for nature.
And the heart…well, it’s outlined in gold. I don’t have a heart made completely of gold because that seems very un-realistic to me (because there is no such thing as a perfect individual who is always pleasant. I don’t believe life allows that 100% of the time…) but the gold still exists!