Friends, who are they? What separates a good friend from a bad?
Quoting Pen & Tellers favorite line: All this is bullshit, your so fucking blind of everything, so when they tell you, you believe them. That is actually true. Nothing defines a good friend from bad, you know why? Because there aren’t good and bad friends. There are friends and just people you know, see and spend time together. Those who brag about how many friends they have are just wrong, or most of the times full of shit. As there isn’t friends and true friends, there are still just friends, to most of the people its hard to understand. I have an example, and actually its from my company. A person who claims that he has millions of friends, I believe him, I bet he has. But this person doesn’t know that sometimes too much is too much. I mean he promises, or no, to him that is not a promise if he doesn’t say “I promise”, that’s the wrong point of you, what you say, is what you do, and if you don’t, well, screw you then. But lets not talk about that. Back to topic. He says a lot of things, I can get this, bring that, but never they come accomplished. That is a first sign of a bad person. I know that you cant make to do it everything to everyone, but then its your fault, you oversee your possibilities, that is a sign of immatureness. I just wonder what does his so acclaimed “friends” think about that. I know what, NOT A THING. Why? Because they are immature too, so to them it does not matter, if he does it that way. Don’t have million friends, have few and dedicate your dignity, words and life to them. Friends are like cars, if you don’t fill them with petrol, they stop running, friendship breaks and that is that. I wonder after forgetting that, how many friends he does actually have, if you know what I mean. A friend is a guy or a girl, a man or a woman that is by your side, making your living exciting and less hard. To my friends I cant trust my life, so when I’m jumping out of the plane, I’m sure that the parachute will open, because it was put there by my friend, not some idiot. I can also tell them anything, a bank account passwords, true secrets about past, my deepest feelings… there are these things and many others that I told to them and I know that nobody else knows them, because I trust them as much as I trust my father. I know need that bullshit “promise not to tell”, because they actually have brains and know that they should not pass forward. Darkest feelings, deepest secrets. MOOONEEEYYYY!!! Usually this is the easiest thing to see what’s going on. I just borrowed 200€ from a friend, I know that he was after that left with 50€ for a week. He knows that I know. When borrowing he didn’t say a word about his money “problems”, he doesn’t have a problem yet, but I mean I just asked and he was going at atm, gave them and we talked about other subjects. Everybody knows that he’ll get his money back. Friendship mostly ends with money. But its not about the money its about trust and dedication. I know a hell of a lot of people, and even if I spend time with them, and say hi as I see on the street, I don’t consider them as friends, I mean they are company, familiars, guys, girls, a gang, brotherhood, anything, but I keep friends separate. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t define or separate or choose who is going to be my friend, no! Time is an interesting factor, it shows us who is and who isn’t.. You can buy me stuff and give me thing, but that wont make you my friend. I have a society where I sponsored and will sponsor my friend, whole last summer, maybe this one too, but you know what? I haven’t asked a penny back, I don’t need money, a cost of few hundreds away, to see who you really are (friends lets you know who you really are), is the price I can live with…. Ok, I hope this makes sense, at some parts, I’m too tired to write more..
I could quote mr.E to everyone who has million friends:
Friends, who do you think they really are? TheyÂ’re really your enemies, with secret identities.