Apparently it’s National Friendship Week. Next week reserved for red noses. But I digress …
My Dad once said, “If you have a handful of true friends, you are lucky.” At the time, I thought he was being negative and ridiculous. Why, I had a million friends (I was young). Turns out, he was right and I was wrong. And, surprisingly, I love when I am proven wrong because I learn from it. And it’s important to me to never stop learning. I am lucky. I do have a handful of true friends, precious gifts I love and treasure.
Friendship is a sticky wicket. A delicate situation. I love my friends. I’m hard to love, so I’m lucky to have any.
- The Forever Friends – these are the wonderful people I may not see for 10 days, weeks, or years yet we pick up right where we left off – ahh, beautiful!
- “I Wanna Talk About Me” Friends – we all have them; as long as they are the subject of all conversation, all is well. Try to get a word in edgewise, like “Oops, I’m bleeding to death” – impossible. Just gotta love them anyway. From a distance.
- Let’s Have Lunch Friends – never happening, don’t kid yourself. They are really awesome people but chicken salad sandwiches and iced tea are not anywhere in your future.
- Spill Your Guts/I Don’t Know You Friends – they appear at your door, spill their guts about a situation, situation gets fixed. Next time they see you, they look right through you. Pitiful. Don’t answer door next time.
- Deep As A Pie Pan Friends – can only talk about parties, travel, clothes, and light fabulousity; requires massive quantities of NoDoz and temporary loss of short-term memory.
So now I’m thinking I really am lucky to have my handful. As for the rest, move along. In the words of my new hero, Mark Manson, “I don’t give a f*&@!”. (You are thinking this started out so nicely … SURPRISE!).
Off to work out snarkiness … maybe
P.S. Many thanks to bestie Austin Ann for intro to writing of Mark Manson