I have a friend…
I have a friend who probably won’t read this because he never reads my stuff. Yet I hear from him often because he wants me to retweet, Stumble, Digg or link to his posts. I say, “of course, that’s what friends are for.” Sometimes, I wonder why I’m the only active participant in this friendship, and why he has no interest in what I do and why his requests are never preferenced with, “Hi, Deb, how are you?” But he’s my friend and I’m happy to help friends.
I have a friend…
I have a friend who probably won’t read this because what I do doesn’t interest her. She says she’s my great friend. She tells me often, especially after I do her favors. She doesn’t call to say hi, or talk about getting the kids together because she’s really busy. She doesn’t invite us to barbecues or parities, or special occasions and I’m sure she has a good reason. But I hear from her when she needs a babysitter or to ask me if I’m going to the store. Every now and then I might need a babysitter too, but she’s busy and I stopped asking. As long as she knows I’m there for her it shouldn’t matter, right?
I have a friend…
I had a friend who probably won’t read this because he’s not speaking to me anymore. He banned me from Facebook and didn’t want to talk to me on the phone to work things out. He used to Skype me almost every day to find out behind the scenes dirt or check on his friends’ status. If he didn’t agree with one of my decisions regarding him or his friends, he’d Skype and write until I fixed it. I wanted to ask if he Skyped my predecessor to find out dirt and learn about friends, or if he’s only doing so because of our friendship. But I never did because he’s my friend and I didn’t see reason to question it. And it was a good friendship. Was. Because once I couldn’t drop everything to fix something and so I asked him for some time. And it wasn’t good enough, so now he’s no longer my friend. However, I’ll always be here for him.
I have a friend…
I have a friend who I have known virtually for many years who probably won’t read this. She doesn’t reach out to me much on the social networks and doesn’t email or Skype to say hi. But she keeps in touch because every so often I hear from her when she needs help with something. There’s no recipriocity. She doesn’t say, “hey if there’s anything you ever need from me, just ask.” Because it doesn’t matter. Friends don’t do for each other because they expect something in return.
Thank you, friends…
I didn’t learn the true meaning of friendship until I was an adult.When we’re young, we think that having a lot of friends and being popular is the good thing. I was never popular, so volume was important to me back in the day. I’ve since come to learn that it’s not the quantity but the quality.
Thank you to my good friends. The ones who don’t play the friend card when you need something, but, rather, show your spirit every single day. Thank you for not having to tell me you’re my friend or that I’m your friend, but, rather, letting your actions speak for your intentions. Thank you for having my back and for allowing me to have yours in return. Thank you for teaching me that true friends don’t worry about how much you each do for each other, but, rather, that we’re there for each other if the situation ever arises.
Thank you to my true friends.







