This post is all about friendship. I grew up not having very many people my own age around me. So I grew up very mature & acted that way. Well, I wasn’t very popular with the other kids my age, but I grew to learn that my maturity was a blessing in disguise. I learned quickly to tell who my friends were & which ones weren’t. I don’t have very many people that I actually call my “true” friends. You see, I may have a lot of friends but I have very few “true” friends.
I am not an easy person to get to know & I, honestly, make a person “jump through hoops” to get to know me. I have been burned by supposed friends too many times to let anyone get to close to me. Yeah, I know I probably seem like the most easy to get a long online, but I am not that way offline. You all barely know me, trust me on this.
You see, I can count the number of true friends that I have on one hand. These are friends that I can count on to come when I call them. They will always be there when I need them. I don’t have to worry that they will not show up when they say they will.
When I am friends with someone I expect them to do the following:
- be understanding
- not shy of standing up to me
- do what they say they will
- be completely honest with me
- understand that I will be the very same way back to them
You see, I will walk through fire for my “true” friends. Case in point, when R’s husband’s beat her I was there in the amount of time it took for her to call me & then for me to drive there. I also know that if I needed her then she would be there for me that fast. If she said that she was going to meet me somewhere then she would have been there on time or if for some reason she was late she would have called. Hell, I take collect calls from my friends.
Yes, I realize that the person that I am writing about will understand that I am upset with her. Quite honestly, I don’t care. I made myself sick waiting for her to show up. No call, no nothing. This is not the first time this has happened but this will be the last time. I am not supposed to be outside in the sun. But I wanted to have lunch with her. I was going to buy her lunch & give her the present I made her. But not now. I refuse to have this type of friendship. I refuse to be used. My mother & I waited three hours for her & she never showed, never called or anything. My mother, out of the kindness of her heart, brought me down to the fair even though she knew that my father & she would be having a harder time of it later once the day set into me. But she didn’t mind cause I was going to get to spend time with my friend. My mother is like that. She always wants me to have my own life even though it is going to make taking care of me harder. But to not show up at all with no excuse or phone call was just plain rude. So there will be no Christmas present or anything else from me to her. Consider us no longer friends.
I don’t need the stress of friends that I can’t rely on or depend on. So I don’t keep in contact with those that I can’t. To those of you that think I am being harsh, then that is your opinion. You don’t know the whole story.