Today I reminded myself of what true friendship is about, at the cost of a friend. What happened was this: This ‘friend’ was unhappy that I wanted to go over to his place to watch Superbowl XL and do homework at the same time, because I would spoil his party.
Initially I felt I was wrong, for assuming that I could be as easy-going and forthright with this ‘friend’ as my closer friends. But this unfortunate occurence has instead flipped through a mental phonebook, and instantly identified the names and faces of people who are my real friends.
Real friends would go out a long way – way beyond a mile – just to be able to help you or enjoy your company; real friends can be natural with each other, and there’s no need for decorum or formality.
My predicament is that, after accepting Christ, I have been trying my best to be accomodating and helpful to everyone, but I was foolish for thinking that all those ‘every one’s‘ would do the same in a snap. I may not be very much of a socialite icon, but that makes me treasure whatever real friends I do have left.