I believe in being an independent person, being something unique and not always something that other people want you to be. My friends were the people who showed me how important this belief is, but not in a good way. It all started when a group of my friends decided they were going to come over to my house uninvited, when I answered the door and saw them I told them they could come over for a bit but I was expecting other company later, so they would have to leave soon. They told me that it was fine and came in anyway.
The first thing my friends usually do when they come over is raid my pantry of all the food, so they ran off into the kitchen and started eating. Then they began to throw food at each other, make a mess of various foods on the floors and counters, and not put anything away. After they had finished they an own to my room and did not even bother to clean or help at all. When I was done cleaning and putting everything away, I went down to my room and found that they had gone through my desk, found a lighter, and were burning papers and various things. I ran over and took the lighter from them as the fire alarm went off, luckily my parents were not home or they would have grounded me.
I turned off the fire alarm and looked back to see that my friends had found knives around my house and were playing with them, at this point I was very irritated by my friends and wanted them to quit acting like total jackasses. I went over to take the knife away and my friend had cut another one of my friends, his hand was bleeding pretty badly but he did not bother to cover it up. He threw the blood on his hand onto my shirt, on the friend who cut him, and all over the carpet and walls. My friends had gotten completely out of control and I knew it was time for them to leave, so I tried to get them to listen to me so I could tell them to go.
I had to yell at them all before they would even consider leaving, so I stole some of their stuff and threw it outside to get them to leave. At that point I was very pissed at my friends and wondered why they had acted like that, because when it was just me and a couple of them they were completely normal, and I felt sorry that they thought they had to act different around each other to be accepted. Not only did I pay the penalty for all of this when my parents got home, but I lost a lot of respect for my friends.
It made me glad that I don’t do that because it is immature and you should not have to act like somebody else to get someone’s approval, you should just be yourself and find people who like you for that and do not try to act different either.
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