It’s Friendship Day tomorrow and obviously it got me thinking about friends. As I have grown older, my definition of a “friend” has changed greatly. When you are younger, you are more accepting, less judgmental and have a non-existent ego — and hence friendships are easier. You love everybody and everybody loves you. But as you start growing up — you start sweating over the small stuff. She likes the same boy I do, he didn’t stand by me when i needed it, etc etc. We start holding on to stuff that we feel is the wrong done to us. We start judging people, and we surely don’t want to forgive. We have our rights and wrongs and we want our friends to abide by our rights. It’s all a bit messy.
Today, i have a few friends, whom i can really call my friends. This also includes people who…
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