How to Know When Your Friends Don’t Value You

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 “Self-respect is the most important thing.”

After high school, I began hanging out with some new friends. I’m very introverted and shy, so making friends doesn’t come easily, and I’m not great at chatting.

The days went well, we were having fun, but suddenly I started to realize that my time was not being valued.

 

When they arrived at my home, they were always in a hurry and couldn’t wait for me outside for even a few minutes. When I stepped outside, they were a little annoyed.

It’s okay—I might have been waiting a little too long sometimes, and I was a bit late. But when I went to their place, they made me wait even longer than I made them wait at my house—and they felt okay with it.

 


 

Additionally, When we were having a cup of tea and deciding where to sit next or which spot to meet, if I suggested a place, no one seemed interested in it.

 



I’m not saying your friends are wrong. Everyone has different personalities, and not everyone wants to sit with everyone. People have different personalities, so it’s okay if you’re not being valued somewhere. 

It’s not always that the people are bad—it’s just that sometimes your vibe isn’t vibing with theirs.


 

It doesn’t mean new friends aren’t friends—but what I’m saying is: sit with those who give you importance. Know that your time is valuable.

If you have none, then why not sit alone?

 



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