Caught being a Hypocrite

Why do people listen more to strangers than to their friends?

Normally when I start a blog post like that I would probably be nagging about something someone else did to me, and how it got on my nerves. But this time, I am the idiot.

The short version of the story is that a few weeks ago I was in a singing workshop and I felt like I messed up my solo. Later that night I was talking to a good friend of mine, who was at the workshop as well, and I was letting out about how horrible I thought my solo went. She told me it was not that bad, and that I should not be worrying about it too much. And of course I was still thinking about it and it was bothering me. 

Last week Wednesday I was talking to another person who was at the workshop and then I explained to her how I felt the workshop went, however she said that she liked my solo, said it was nice an raw and that I was one of the only people who really let loose. Aaand the worrying was kinda gone. 

Why do people listen better to strangers than to their friends?

I could not think of an appropriate title for this one.

I saw a message on my Tumblr today, from an amazing friend of mine, and I do now know when she sent it but I only just saw it. And she is awesome, made me smile.

You meet a lot of people while living, and to most of them you are just a hall way, they enter through one door, walk through you, and leave on the other side. But sometimes you get blessed and you find someone that is there to stay.

I was blessed 2 years ago, when three angels walked into my life, and gave me a little light. They are here to stay and I love them. (yes I have added one angel, was not sure about that one before.)