What About Your Friends?
The other day I was having a conversation with a friend and pieces of our conversations sort of kept repeating in my head today. It was about "friends"......how do we know they are really our friends? How well do we know them? and for that matter how well do they know us? Do you consider the people you hang out every weekend with friends? The friends that you party and get drunk with? What about those friends that you call on the phone when you're super bored and you just want to hang out with them because there's no one else to hang out with? Are you genuinely wanting to go out with that person, or is it because they were the only one who picked up their phone?
Think that over.
I love the people I've grown attatched to, the people who know me or a piece of me. Something that's not just on the surface level. Those are who I consider friends...and even though I don't necessarily see them or hear from them from time to time, I don't trip out cause I know they're always around...
Good friends will always be there, no matter how far a distance they may move to or how long they've been away...The moment you see them, if you pick up where you left of and it never even seemed like they were gone...then that should be enough proof. I'm elated that I have those types of friendships with different individuals. I may not have an entourage of people when I go out, but to me I don't need that to validate my importance.
I'm content with the friends that I have been blessed with. It's enough for me to know that they're there for me. No shadyness. No bullshit. No drama. (ok sometimes drama. but that's inevitable). But I never have to think about what my rank is on the social ladder or who's talking shit about me. And even if that does happen, I always apply my philosophy, my "I don't give a f*$k" philosophy...apply it sometimes to your own. It really does work! lol. I've grown so tired of people over the years, the endless cliques that I've circled around, the faceless crowds, and all the talks of "did you hear abouts..." I'm done.
I have a life. and its one worth living.
Think that over.
I love the people I've grown attatched to, the people who know me or a piece of me. Something that's not just on the surface level. Those are who I consider friends...and even though I don't necessarily see them or hear from them from time to time, I don't trip out cause I know they're always around...
Good friends will always be there, no matter how far a distance they may move to or how long they've been away...The moment you see them, if you pick up where you left of and it never even seemed like they were gone...then that should be enough proof. I'm elated that I have those types of friendships with different individuals. I may not have an entourage of people when I go out, but to me I don't need that to validate my importance.
I'm content with the friends that I have been blessed with. It's enough for me to know that they're there for me. No shadyness. No bullshit. No drama. (ok sometimes drama. but that's inevitable). But I never have to think about what my rank is on the social ladder or who's talking shit about me. And even if that does happen, I always apply my philosophy, my "I don't give a f*$k" philosophy...apply it sometimes to your own. It really does work! lol. I've grown so tired of people over the years, the endless cliques that I've circled around, the faceless crowds, and all the talks of "did you hear abouts..." I'm done.
I have a life. and its one worth living.