On Friends

The past few months have been fantastic. I've seen so much more of my friends and have got to know them better. But it's also got me thinking, what is a friend?

Someone who you understand, share interests with, someone you don't have to try around and can trust. Obviously. Yet I can only think of a few whom I would go to the ends of the earth for. And I can count them. On one hand.

Its not that any of the people with whom I associate are uncouth. They are the kindest souls. Brilliant, funny, intelligent, accepting. I should be grateful that I have friends when so many, some of them my own friends, have been ostracized and pushed away by others.


And yet sometimes... I get bored. Perhaps it's the stuff we do. We're like a bunch of kids bouncing off the walls and it's great. But sometimes it feels constricted, as if we've told to run free and are too afraid to let loose.

We're all young I guess. Still trying to find ourselves in the midst of everyone else.


The only thing is, in my head, I've counted my friends for the next busy months. And for all the people I say I care about, only I know how many I've actually counted out.

Am I a bitch or is it not just me who thinks like this?