Do you ever ask yourself “what do friends really mean to me and what do I mean to them?” Call me a crazy optimist maybe but when I am in a friendship it’s genuine, equal and nurtured. I am there when needed and keep my own counsel unless asked, in good times and times of crisis. Friendship for me means trust in each other and the knowledge that your friend will be there for you if needed too but in recent years sadly, genuine friends are few and far between.Everyone seems to have their own agendas and some friendships are shallow based on what can be derived from the relationship, then abandoned to move on to another who can best provide what they require.
Yes, relationships change, people outgrow each other and interests may no longer be compatible- it happens but what about those relationships that continually keep kicking you in the head? It is you who is always there, it is you who is the shoulder on which to cry, it is you who listens endlessly as the friend pours out their soul at at 2 am but that same so called friend is nowhere to be found when you need that shoulder? You do as I have done and that is severe the ties. Harsh yes and I will miss those rare moments which were great to be around my friend but not to the extent that I can continue to tolerate such self obsessive and single minded behaviour.My genuine friends are that- friends and I appreciate them, as they do me 🙂