Friend And Foe Essay: Friend Or Foe

Friend or Foe The friends a person has can help mold that person into who they are today. This is why picking friends and keeping friends can sometimes be a difficult task. Some friends could be wonderful, life-long friends and some friends could be wolves in sheep’s clothing. Whether the friends I have picked over the years have impacted my life in a good way or a bad way, they have still shaped me into the person I am today. One thing about me is that I try to not let what others think of me affect how I see myself at least if it’s negative. I try to stay optimistic and look at the brighter side of things. I try to look at myself in a good light. However, in the past I let just one person’s opinions of me dictate how I saw myself.

I was starting marching band and I the joined drama club. I started making friends who had similar interests as me, friends that I could completely be myself around. These friends that I had didn’t put me down either. When I wanted to audition for a play or audition for wind ensemble, if I was having doubts about whether or not I could do it, my friends supported me, they didn’t put me down and tell me wasn’t good enough. I no longer looked in the mirror and look at everything that was wrong with me. I’m not saying I didn’t have my insecurities anymore, but I was beginning to see myself in a better

It’s not exactly the most direct connection, but I can still relate nonetheless. This man had insomnia and he was just walking around at night to help cope with his problem. However, because of his appearance he was judged by the people around him. He would have people move to the other side of the street, lock their car doors when he walked past, or even just walking faster and looking back every few minutes to see if he was still there. He changed his routine to try to make these people feel better, even though he wasn’t doing anything wrong. For example, when the Staples wrote “If I happen to be entering a building behind some people who appear to be skittish, I may walk by, letting them clear the lobby before I return, so as not to seem to be following them.” (Staples 136). They way I connect to it is, I also felt like I had to change for someone else. I changed the way I dressed and acted so that someone would accept me. I wasn’t doing anything wrong by being myself before, but it seemed to me that I needed to change to be what someone else wanted me to be instead of being