(the best ships are friendships…)
I’m a rotten friend. I don’t call, I forget birthdays, I never suggest play dates and instead I sit at home wondering how my friends are doing. I’ve given up on a lot of friendships because of this. Not because a friend and I get in a fight, but because I drop connections with them. To be completely honest, I know this about myself and so I may or may not expand my social circle as much as I could. I don’t want to hurt a new friend’s feelings.
On the flipside, I keep some pretty awesome people around me (well, as much as Tina, the rotten friend, can). They probably can’t stand how pitiful of a friend I am in return, but for whatever reason, they stick around. Year after year. No fair-weathered friends for this girl. I’m too fickle myself to waste time with the sunny skies type.
Certified-Best-Friend-Since-the-Ripe-Old-Age-of-4 came home from working 2 years in Amman, Jordan a few weeks ago. Hi, Katie :) And it got me thinkin’…. That gigantic multi-clique circle of friends I tried to balance from grade school was absolutely ridiculous. Quality, people. Quality. I’m the proud owner of best friends from every turn of my life and they are a gazillion-bazillion times better than having a gazillion-bazillion friends. That’s to say, if I’m nice to you (because that can be hard for me sometimes), you fall into that category. And I’m proud to call you mine.
So, in honor of my family, friends, acquaintances, blog-buddies and everything in between:
Hi, it’s me, your friend. You probably don’t know that I appreciate our measly, sad excuse for a friendship.
But, I do.
….. & there’s picture of some super, duper friendships.
(Wedding photo courtesy of Jodi Miller Photography)
*Filed under Social Life*