Sometimes I wonder if I have enough friends. I don't have many. And I wonder, sometimes, if I should have more.
But then I think that I would have to keep up with all of them, to know all of them, to make time for all of them, to be there for all of them.
Because isn't that what friendship is supposed to be about?
I don't need a full set of fingers to count the people who are real, true, absolute friends.
I have lots of "situational friends." People I work with. People I see frequently at my favorite cafes. People I see at races. People like that, that I only see at specific times, in specific situations.
But I don't think of them as real friends. They are people who know of me, but don't necessarily know me.
My friends know me. Really and truly know me.
They are the people I can call on any time of the day or night, for any reason, and they will be there. No questions asked.
They are the people who accept the quirks of me, without asking me to change them. Or even wanting me to change them.
They are the people who will let me cry or yell or laugh or anything, for any reason. Or no reason at all.
They are my friends. In the most real, true, absolute sense possible.
And I don't need more than that.
tell it to me tuesdays