~ Seeing. Not Looking ~

I'm incompatible.
Ever so often.
With lifestyles, opinions, hobbies and persons overall.
Sometimes it seems that I'm incompatible to the whole world.
Even those I once called compatible with my... uhm, well... my way of living.
They aren't, they never were and never will be.

So I will sort them out, again. One by one.
It's selfish, I know.
I rather eliminate friendships than try to change my behaviour.
But I'm too much in love with the few people that are "fitting" into my life.
And if I change for those I call incompatible.... I would lose these already fitting friends.

I'm incompatible.
To going and staying out with people up to 23:00 - 24:00.
To feeling in good hands when being surrounded by dicks.
To sharing your average humour.
And to many more ...

And if you behave somewhat wrong, in my eyes I mean, I need to eliminate you from my life wether or not I called you a close and beloved friend before.
Period.
Wrong friends, wrong gender, wrong humour, wrong hobbies, wrong way of thinking, wrong intelligence....