The meaning of friends

In which it is easy to define friendship.

I have few friends. Before you go all “oh that’s so sad/funny” let me add a caveat. I know a lot of people, and have known a lot of people. It’s just that I don’t class many of them as friends. Acquaintances, colleagues, contacts, companions, yes. There is nothing wrong with being one of them. What makes a friend though? What has to happen to push through simply knowing someone to it being a friendship?

Sam never left Frodo, even when he was cast away.

A real friendship is one where you are completely honest and truthful. You have complete trust in the other person. You would do anything for them without expecting any reward or praise in return. Cicero thought that as well, and he was one of the greatest philosophers.

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Abandoning your friends

In which I appear to have muted rather than unfriended.

My closest friend is myself. I have few friends. Before you go all “oh that’s so sad/funny” let me add a caveat. I know a lot of people, and have known a lot of people. It’s just that I don’t class many of them as friends. Acquaintances, colleagues, contacts, companions, yes. There is nothing wrong with being one of them. What makes a friend though? What has to happen to push through simply knowing someone to it being a friendship?

A real friendship is one where you are completely honest and truthful. You have complete trust in the other person. You would do anything for them without expecting any reward or praise in return. Cicero thought that as well, and he was one of the greatest philosophers. A friend knows when things are wrong, and knows when and how to ask what it is. A friend doesn’t just say “what’s up?”
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The tale of The Nobber

In which a friend is an unfriending waiting to happen.

This blog is made of stardust, it is the remains of numerous other starts at writing. One of these was Angry Fairytales, an attempt to use my creative faculties to get me out of a funk. This was caused by a combination of two factors. A Princess and a Nobber. The Princess I have resolved my issues with, but I still have never dealt with the other party.

A few people read this blog, some of those I know (Hello) and some I don’t (Hello as well), but I am pretty sure about those who never pay these missives any mind. It is not as though I am speaking to them anyway, what though if I was? What would I want to say to you?

Well that is one thing…

If when you have read this you would like to hear about Mrs G’s similarly friend relates woes then you can check out her tale at Across the Wide Ocean.

Dear Nobber,
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Keeping out of touch

In which I’m a terrible friend.

As I scroll through Facebook I’m asked by Mrs G “who’s that?” often the answer will be “someone I was at school with”. This results in the follow up question “I’ve never met them”. It is unlikely that she has ever met any of the people I knew at school because it has been a long time since I have seen them in the flesh.

Whenever I think how long it has been between sighting old school friends I do feel bad, I spent nearly a decade with most of them and it has been as long since I was last in touch. This is not unusual for me because I am terrible at being a long term friend.

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