Unfriends season

February is not just the month of love. Things always come in opposites, and with love, hate.

Exactly a year ago, I found myself cursing my friends. I even disowned them, and friendship in general, through the public instrument of a blog entry.

The euphorics of the month contribute to this season of hate. With everyone busy with their lives: valentine's, midterm exams, and elections, those who have little to attend to find themselves alone and deserted. Some find themselves insulted to the bone by friends who, under the guise of being pressured by the times, treat them as underlings.

Eventually, I will forgive.

But I will not forget. It is crucial to know what your friends become when they are trapped in a corner. Because those horrible monsters are still them. And if you really love them, then you'll love them as they are, (occasional) fangs and all.

It is unfriends season. But seasons change.