{"id":460,"date":"2014-03-24T08:00:32","date_gmt":"2014-03-24T08:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.diogonunes.com\/blog\/?p=460"},"modified":"2020-05-15T14:24:43","modified_gmt":"2020-05-15T13:24:43","slug":"were-friends-right","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.diogonunes.com\/blog\/were-friends-right\/","title":{"rendered":"We’re friends, right?"},"content":{"rendered":"
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image: Calvin and Hobbes, two best friends, by Bill Watterson<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

A story about a boy who couldn’t distinguish politeness from friendship and how others took advantage of him.<\/h2>\n

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In high school I was even more timid than I am today. It was hard for anyone to get to know me, I never took the initiative, and I didn’t stood out. Curiously, I was always remembered when anyone had to borrow something. From the 1st to the 9th grade my class never changed, so I never really learned how to network and make friends.<\/strong> I had half a dozen best-friends and the other twenty were a mix of friends and acquaintances.<\/p>\n

At my 10th grade I moved. New city, new school, new class. Everyone was a stranger to me and I was an outsider to them. Later on, my class would be classified as the worst 10th grade of the school. You can imagine my panic. I too, had to change, had to learn to start conversations. I wish I was forced to do so earlier.<\/p>\n

This common shortage of “friends” had one indirect unpleasant consequence on me – since I had few social interactions I had the tendency to exaggerate the meaning of all interactions. Examples:<\/p>\n