friends

It’s very rare for me to find someone that I feel that I can call a “good friend”. I have a select few of these “good friends”. They are people that I feel I can tell anything and they won’t judge me. These are people that I can be me around and won’t criticize me for being the person I am. They are also people that should be able to tell me anything. They should be honest with me regardless if it will hurt my feelings or not. Because, what good is a “friend” if they are constantly worried about hurting your feelings.

A friend is there for you during the good times and bad. A friend is someone that will defend you till the end. A friend is someone that you should be able to trust with your life. Dictionary.com defines friend as:

  1. a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard.
  2. a person who gives assistance; patron; supporter: friends of the Boston Symphony.
  3. a person who is on good terms with another; a person who is not hostile: Who goes there? Friend or foe?

A friend should be able to tell you the truth and not worry about how it will make you feel. Sometimes, it doesn’t matter how you feel. Sometimes, the truth hurts and we need to be able to feel that too. If we as a human race can’t depend on our friends and family to be honest and quit worrying about our feelings, where are we headed?

I don’t want my friends to lie to me because they don’t want to hurt my feelings. I don’t want my friends to hide things from me, I don’t want my friends to tell me what they think I want to hear.

I have been told that I am “too sensitive” and “my expectations of others are too high”. Well, guess what? I don’t care what you think. Maybe I am “too sensitive” maybe I do have “high expectations”. This is who I am; take it or leave it. I am not changing who I am to suit other people. I am not making changes in my life so others can be less offended or less hurt by me. I am making changes in my life to make ME happy and no one else. If you think any of these things about me, maybe we really aren’t “FRIENDS” after all.

I have always had a difficult time holding on to friends for one reason or another. Maybe this is why . . . .

 

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