An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.
Today I want to talk about friendship. I feel that as I get older, making and keeping good friends has become very difficult. Over the past year, it seems that good friends have become elusive as their lives change and that I’ve had to protect myself against people posing to be true friends.
Without getting too specific or revealing identities, I’ve had supposedly good friends ignore key moments in my life, while others try to use exciting life changes as a chance for competition. Over this past year, I’ve both lost and given up a handful of friends. Sometimes it’s time, distance, or situations. Sometimes a friend reveals their true colors. And sometimes, it’s just time to let go.
To me, friendship is about understanding: understanding your situation, understanding your personality, understanding that you’re human. I get that people change, life happens, and not all friendships can last the test of time. But letting go is hard. Growing and cultivating a relationship to see it so easily dissolve is absolutely heartbreaking.
I miss having a friend I can call no matter what happens. I miss having a friend that won’t judge me on the horrible thing I said when I was angry. I miss having a friend to dress up with and go eat desserts. I miss having someone who gets me.
The best friends I’ve had have never judged me, despite some questionable life choices. The best friends I’ve had have walked around with me in pajamas in Las Vegas. The best friends I’ve had invited me into their family. The best friends I’ve had took me in when my apartment was robbed. And I can’t wait until I can be that friend for someone else.
How do you feel about your friendships as an adult?