Saturday
The Story of a Friendless Friend
A friend is always a friend. They're there for you in your worst moments, and standing beside you at your best. But what if they're gone at your worst moments but don't care at your best? Are they still your friend?The obvious answer would be no. They're not your friend, they are what society had dubbed a fair-weather friend. Some are even so foul that they are named poison friends. They are to be thrown to the curb, crumpled like a piece of paper with the rotten memories they embodied. But you don't. You keep them close to you, attached to your body like thin sweater. You wouldn't do that however. Throw them away I mean. They are all you have. Sometimes you have fun with them, and you share a few laughs. It's worth it to keep them around. They don't care when your pet dies, or when you just can't seem to succeed at anything. They listen for a moment, share a sound a pity and continue on with their drama pangs, hoping for some sort of cheer-up effort. They're all you have? You must have more than that in your life.But why is it that when you scroll through your msn list, the 400 friends on your facebook and the over 100 contacts on your cellphone, you realise you have no one to talk to? At a loss for friends. Your social networking tells a different story. It tells a tale of a happy, excitable person with a vivid life to live. But these Saturday nights emasculate you. 400 people have left you to drown.So start anew, find others who will love you. Others who don't think of you as entertainment. Others who care what you say, what you have to say, and will be there as fall. There are people out there. People who care. Wouldn't the world be destroyed if there wasn't some?But you wouldn't do that however. Throw them away I mean. They're all you have. Maybe all you deserve. You would be naked and lost without them, more than you already are. That's just too much of a chance.