I am very lucky to meet many kinds of people in my youthful days. Some
of them only say hi. However, others stay and become closer and
closer to me as time goes by. Those who choose to stay in my life give me not
only their friendship but also chances to know myself better; that is, I discover
varied aspects of my character through the types of my friends. My friends,
according to their personalities, can be divided into four basic categories: the
romantics, the critics, the philosophers, and the nurturers.
The romantics are mostly my best friends because we share many
common interests and possess similar qualities. We are spirited in temper
and erratic by nature. We are also incurably sentimental, and unrealistic, the
most important thing among us is to discuss literary works and write
poems. We skip classes sometimes just because we are not in the right
mood to stay in the classroom and want to go somewhere else. We
understand each other so well that most of the time, by merely a glance, we
immediately catch what the others weep for or laugh at. Being perfectly
matched, we are always envied by other classmates.
The critics are those I can only admire but rarely have intimate
contact with. We meet mostly in classrooms, club meetings and group
discussions. We have almost nothing in common. However, the reason why we
are friends is because I want someone to teach and analyze the real world
for me, and they happen to need someone to listen to their opinions. In
class, they are talkative, active and are often the ones who are eager to
have debate. They focus all their attention to instructors’ lectures to the
point of trying to find fault in them. Though I don’t quite agree to their
“aggressive” manner, I must admit that they are really somebody. I like to
watch them in some distance so as not to be involved in their argument.
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