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I've been thinking about who I should call my best friend, not my best friend from Pennington, my best friend from NJ, my BEST friend. Unfortunately I'm pretty sure that I've found out I'm not his best friend, even though he's mine. I've always said it's Mickey, and used to wonder if it was actually his older brother Andrew, but then figured you can't have one without the other so, that's the way it is. In the summer we formed the Stone Harbor fellowship, and I think now maybe that's all my relationship to my comrades in it is. They've got my back, there's nothing they'd hesitate to do for me, and I can honestly say the same is true the other way around. That's been tested by some pretty heavy situations most people will never find themselves in. I probably have the most fun with them too, but how much do they influence me? I feel like a bad person compared to most people, almost all of the time, compared to them and to all other people I associate myself with. But some make me question, how do I be more like them, how do I improve myself? It's terribly imbalanced on which friends make me do that, and its a pattern based on location. In US history I've been watching all of these western movies, not a a day of "real" class for two and a half weeks. Our teacher explained how out there, back then, poor men relied on having good allies, who will protect you when you do the same for them. As a result deep relationships form, but maybe not quite like friendship. That's how it seems to be with the fellowship, even though it started as a joke its the real thing now. I'll always honor that commitment too, but it's annoying to think it started one day in 5th grade when I moved back to NJ and invited a kid over to my house to play Zelda on N64 with me, because I wasn't allowed to play videogames or watch TV on weekdays. That's how it started, and that's how it's ended up, you help me and I'll help you. Helping eachother deal with our families, fears, trouble with some asshole in Sea Isle who's got all of his friends on 96th st in front of the movies to knock you the hell out, helping eachother get though life, to get by. Friends, I think, inspire and are constantly trying to advance you, even if you've never agreed by means of action to such an akward arrangement as the one I've described.
Who's a friend of yours, can you tell the difference between friendship and something ever so slightly different? If you can, I'd like to the kind of person that's more like you.
Who's a friend of yours, can you tell the difference between friendship and something ever so slightly different? If you can, I'd like to the kind of person that's more like you.