As always, we start with a cliché: Everyone has a fear of something.
I fear success. Crazy huh?
Fear of money, drugs, fast cars, STDs or something similar. Not even close.
My fear is connected with my inability to recognize good people to hang around. Tendency is to treat everyone well. I’m alright with that. But somehow, most people don’t stay around much.
Fake friends. That’s what I’m afraid of. How I will distinguish between real and fake. My strategy was, to bond with people before any sign of rise. These explains, most shots in the foot that I did.
It doesn’t seem to work right. Some say, you are lucky if you have even just one friend. (Older I get, truer it seems.)
Or maybe I will limp forever looking for real friends..