Quality over quantity has always been my motto when it comes to friendships. Being an only child, I was content playing by myself. I never felt the pressure to continuously seek playmates. I did not even feel the need to have imaginary friends. To me, solitude did not equate loneliness. Thus, the desire to acquire friendships was not on the top of my list throughout my entire school life. While many tried to achieve popularity, I was quite satisfied with my status at school. I was neither popular nor unpopular. I knew enough people yet not too many. Everything was just right. This is what I am used to.
Let’s move forward to my current situation. Mr Shell expressed to me that he feels a little guilty that I haven’t made friends yet here at Sun City. Now, my definition of friendship extends past merely knowing the person and hanging out with the person every now and again. I do not carelessly make friends with anyone. When someone becomes my friend, regardless of the type of friend, I willingly spend my time and energy to the friendship. My current trepidation is a product of instances when I’ve been burned and growing maturity. Even though distance separates me from my best friends and close friends right now, I am not willing to compromise my stance on friendship because of Mr Shell’s guilt (plus I find his guilt to be unfounded). I did explain this to him and he understands yet he also cannot stop feeling the guilt. My reassurance was futile. He still has slight twinges of guilt.