Thursday, 21 August 2014

Fakeship < Friendship

I got asked today, after hearing a few sobs, “what is friendship?” and “me and my bestie (best friend if you are behind on the colloquial language) have broken up our friendship” *tears*. It got me thinking everyone’s definition is different. But mine has kept me protected me from ‘Fakes’, ‘wannabes’ and just pure idiots that try and attack you mentally. So here is my story definition.

Friendship, it can either be with hatred or pure delight.
Friendship is one of life’s greatest treasures.  A true friend will make you laugh when you are down, help you when you are stuck. They will look out for you and they will always have your best interest at heart. But the main thing is they will “Offer a Friendship that lasts a lifetime.”
However the main important issue with a true friend, is you will only have one in a lifetime…..and well you have to identify one first!  If you have found one then you are considerable lucky. In this generation you will both go through so many test, that majority of friendships disintegrate into nothing. But who am I kidding, there will always be that one friend that no matter what happens, and no matter how many arguments you have had, you miss them. They are bad for you, they put you down, and they are fake as Barbie is. But you still urn for their attention and chats for some bizarre reason. Well the only decent thing you can do is wave goodbye.  Even if you wanting nothing more than to make up and laugh like you use too. Because even though it’s not for the best, a fake friend stops you feeling lonely because at least they’ll invite you out, when you’re other “friends” don’t.
Majority of people always seek that one special person, that is not blood related, but they share that special bond and common interests. In actual fact, the amount of grief and heart ache you have to go through to find one is unbelievable. You try and find that one person and instead sometimes you get hit by fake friends, users, heart breakers, wannabes and much more. The world is a cruel place. When your young, your parents try and protect you most of the time " you can not be friends with  her, i have a funny feeling about that family" yet you still sneak around, and think well just because you do not like them, i might. But parents are always right. Even if they are wrong (which is hardly never).

It is ironic as well, because it is so damn easy to identify fake friends. The people that say “I am always here for you” are generally the ones that walk away first, with no hint of departure what so ever. When you really need them, there nowhere in the horizon, but they expect you to give up your time to listen to their problems. Lesson number one, a friendship bond and feeling are reciprocal, so if one of you are giving more to the relationship cut ties. It has to be even.
Moving on, friends will always come and go, through numerous excuses, falling out, drama and reality issues. The most important thing to keep in mind is only special friends will reappear. True friends are “side by side, or miles apart, dear friends are always close to your heart”. Soppy quote but every word true. Days without talking and when you both meet up it is like those days haven’t drifted you both apart. Maybe your friendship is you can sit laughing, then all of a sudden have a deep conversation and you both do not find that weird. I am lucky, I have those two type of friendships. In all honesty, when you become adults or grownups, it is hard to stay in touch. My friendship lasts on a visit day every two or three months, with a text here and there. Sad? Well that is life for you. In my position I cannot be picky, majority of fake friends run at the hint of change or the situation has changed.


Moral of the blog, is if you have a friend that is true, keep hold of them. Reciprocal is the most important key! If you both don’t work at it, then it isn’t meant to be.

P.S true friends, will have you busy for hours, just to get a really 'lush' picture :)
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