Strange beings that species called F.R.I..E.N.D.S.
They crop up from no where, just when I need them and I don’t even realise that I do.It is only when they make their presence felt at times like these, that one realises how much we have actually missed having them around.Only to learn that they have in fact been around.We just didn’t know.
When you thought no one knew your dirty little secret only time tells you, that they did.They didn’t bother judging you over it because they know more than you do.They know that you are only human.
They have actually bargained with life to remain your friends.No matter what you do to them say or not say.They stick around.It is their decision not yours.
It can be sad when you realise what they think they know about what you think.When may be you have never really given any of it a thought.What is worse, having thought ill of some one or not ever having thought of them at all.
And inspite of this huge disparity between what is being thought and not thought, said and not said, we belive we know our freinds.Do we?
What bothers me is not that my friend didn’t turn out to be what I thought they are, but what I am not inspite of what they think of me.
For a trouble finder like me,I am blessed to have some well balanced people in my life.I am not looking forward to being told, “We told you so”.At this rate how ever I doubt I’ll be spared for long.
It is amazing the freedom I have got at continuing to be self destructive.They call it life’s learning experience only to make me feel good about it.Even invite a party for merriment in view that their friend is slightly wiser in the ways of the world.
At the end it doesn’t matter.What we know, don’t know.Say, don’t say.Mean don’t mean.Some people have just decided to stick by you.It is a warm feeling indeed.
I do think friends are strange beings.Mine especially.What about yours?