According to the American Heritage Dictionary, friendship can be defined as follows:
friend·ship (frěnd'shĭp') n.
1. The quality or condition of being friends.
2. A friendly relationship: formed many new friendships over the summer.
3. Friendliness; good will: a policy of friendship toward other nations.
I don't claim to be a Rhodes scholar, but that seems to be a pretty straightforward theory. What do you think of when it comes to friends? A shoulder to lean on, someone to call when times get tough, talk to you when the most evil of temptations seem too good to resist, laugh at your bad jokes and pick you up when you fall; someone who will exhibit kindness, patience, compassion and love for you through thick & thin, etc -- and for whom you would do all of the above. So like Sadat X, I have a question: Why is it that every time I try to reach out to one of my so-called friends in particular, I get nothing but shade?? C'mon, man -- FUNK DAT!
Is it that some can't grasp the concept of friendship? Apparently, because she's off her rocker. Don't tell me that I should call you more often, then turn around and avoid my calls. Don't ignore my non-free text messages. Don't yell at me because you're not on my top friends list on MySpace (who gives a flying FUCK anyway?) Even after knowing her for 13-14 years, I still don't fucking get her.
Either spread the good will or split like a sumo wrestler's jeans because I don't need the aggravation right now. Someone once told me that some people are like seasons -- meant to come and go in your life, never there to stay permanently but are likely to resurface from time to time. I'm starting to think that is the case with this particular friend. Remember how it was still hot in October when it was clearly supposed to be cooling down? Summer stuck around too long -- and maybe that's the case here too.
And I'm SPENT...
