Being with only the greatest friends ever for the longest time, made me forget that the deceitful co-inhabit this world with us too. I had forgotten about betrayal, hypocrisy and back biting amongst friends. Or so-called friends if one must use the F word :)
Makes me cringe and smile both. Cringe-mile! Not a mile long cringe, just don't wish to call it syringe instead. Yikes!!
I smile at having the best friends ever.
In the whole wide world.
That is what helps me distinguish the conceited ones from the cool lot. I smile at this alien feeling at being betrayed. Been so long that I've been blessed, this almost feels like just another bad dream.
Thank you Allah mian, for the naivety that comes with the bliss of awesome-st friends in the world who save you from all the pain, catch you when you fall and laugh at you when you cry.
Yell at you if you still don't stop crying.
Order food, ignore you and play Katy Perry if you still don't stop crying.
That's when you stop crying and start eating.
And pillow fighting et al.
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Hiya. It's me again, just getting lost a bit; thought I'd mumble something here before I move along.
ReplyDeleteI'd imagine it must make all the difference to have great friends. I think I've had good friends in the past, but never really great ones. How do you tell? I suppose when you have them, you ought to just know. Though, in the bygone years, I'd very much enjoyed being great friends to others, not so much as having any for myself. Everyone and their pets love a good listener, a patient consoler, something the like; yet it's harder to be on the other side. But now that I want great friends, I can't find any. Of course, they're not easily found, and I'm not so patient anymore. When you're feeling miserable or just plain pathetic on one of those days, you want to reach to one of those friends, and let it all out, and expect them to listen at the very least, and understand and make you feel better. But if you're feeling miserable often enough, do you feel that expressing all that to one of those friends is going to make them think that you're just pathetic, someone who doesn't want to do anything about their plight? And does that keeps you from reaching out to them again and again? Maybe that's one of the differences between a good friend and a great friend. Also one of the downfalls of thinking too much, I'd wager.
I like how you practice gratitude -- it's not easily done. It pays off in pleasantly strange ways when we aren't even looking.
Cheers!
Hey! Welcome back ayaz.
ReplyDeleteWell. I've always been the friend that was always around, the listener, the other perspective, the friend-in-need et al. Never thought I'd ever need a friend or a listening ear. Fortunately, my friends reached out by force. Some of them just barged in, despite my fierce and almost violent attempts to lock them out, they broke all doors and reached out. That's where the gratitude comes from. I was taken care of. Care was thrusted upon me. I think that's what makes me as grateful as I am for all that I have coz I never expected anything from anyone and all of a sudden I got a ton of bonus love and more :)
Hope it makes sense.
Hey there! Just taking a quick peek, and then I'll drift along with this Sunday afternoon.
ReplyDeleteYou know what I think? I think that you're blessed with the kind of friends we all sometimes see in that odd movie or two, or often dream about having. You must've done something right, something good, some where, some time, to get so lucky, I guess. Maybe it is easy to find friends, and difficult to tell the great ones apart (if you've got a whole lot of them), and even more difficult to make sure you never alienate them (easier said than done, yeah, I know, I've lost a good friend or two, two being an understatement here). Personally, I'm quite eager to help friends and acquaintances to whatever extent I can (partly because the gratification you get from having helped someone is overwhelming and of that special kind), but whenever I am in need of help or assistance, I usually stick to myself. Selfish, maybe. However, when any of my friends reaches out to help without my asking them, I'm engulfed with this feeling, which is a mix of happiness and surprise and a lot of pleasant little things, and I end up dwelling on that feeling. So, I can half imagine what it must feel like when your friends knock over the walls and forcefully take care of you.
Enjoy the weekend! :)
:) your post made me smile.
ReplyDeleteHaving a whole lot of friends doesn't make distinguishing the great ones out of them. Makes it easier. Alienation. Problem of the highest order. I do it all the time. Lost MANY good (potentially great, perhaps) friends. Never a great friend. He's the one you speak to after a month, 8 months or 4 years (real timelines being quoted here btw, 3 different friends) and you feel like you just met for lunch yesterday. One familiar story, one typical curse, one name they'd call you by, eliminates the timespan you had spent without each other.
And that's just one of the things that helps you tell great friends from good friends.
Have a great Sunday :)