Friendship has many levels and many definitions. It is timeless and it is fleet. It is deep and it is shallow. In my humble opinion, the best friends are the friends you trust with your heart and, naturally, your secrets. A true friend knows all about you yet loves you despite all of it. To quote a line from "Can't Hardly Wait", "A true friend stabs you in the front".
I agree.
I think a front-stabber is not actually stabbing you with a blade (or anything else) but is not afraid to tell it like it is. Give an opinion, even if it might not be so nice; tell what they think of you, even if it hurts some feelings; offer not-so-popular advice when it appears to be needed. A true friend shares the good, the bad and the ugly. I always thought of myself as a good friend. I am blunt, sometimes to the point of viciousness, but never to intentionally hurt anyone. I just say what I think, want, feel. I have been thinking about this lately and wonder if that truly makes me a good friend or if it simply makes me mean.
Naturally, mean is not the goal yet sometimes is the outcome.
And here I am again, writing something sort of yawn-inspiring. Something a bit deep and dark. Gosh! I have a sense of humor...perhaps I should take it out and polish it up a bit. Show it off. Remind myself that people like the fun and funny me much more than the deep, dark and uber-depressing me. For that matter, I like the humorous me better, too. I think once I have slept a bit I will be able to find her.
Or I just need to write while having a conversation with Eva. We crack each other up. We work well together, playing the straight man one minute then passing it on to the other so we each get our shots at the funny. That's it! I am going to call her the next time I write. Maybe tomorrow...
Later...
