Thursday 16 April 2009

Friends...

I was talking to a friend the other day, about friendships. Now, I consider myself to be a man (barely) with a very small handful of friends. I always joke that I have 4 friends. Not too far from the truth. Facebook alleges I have 218 friends. That obviously includes all the people I apprently went to primary school with, attended the same High School as, or worked at the same place as. I don't want to disparage any of my Facebook friends but if I were in need of help, there are maybe 10 names on there I would even consider calling. And it is only that many because my mum, sisters and girlfriend are on that list.
I have friends I have not seen in 5 years but who I know would give me the shirt off their back if I needed it, they know who they are, and the main reason I haven't seen them is the fact that they live on opposite sides of the world. They are on my small list of true friends. There are some friends I see sporadically and keep in touch with equally as sporadically, but I know they would come through for me. And I have friends I see on a regular basis who would run a mile if something happened, but I am okay with that. I like to think the right people know they could count on me if they needed me. I don't want to have to list those people, so I won't.
It is a strange thing to be almost 30 and realising that the majority of the friends I have now are likely to be the friends who attend my wedding, birth of my children (one day) and outlive me. I have had friends who I worked with and at the time they were my closest friends, then one of us moved on to employment pastures new and the friendship went with it. Again, I am okay with that, I expect a certain amount of transitory friendships.
I'm not really sure what the point of this blog was tonight, but I hope it made sense? Basically I value the true friends I have, and I hope that whether I see them on a regular basis, whether I haven't seen them since we left America, whether we spent a solid couple of years working together and now bump into each other once in a while or whether I was best man at their wedding, that they know that I value them, and that they can rely on me, like I hope I can rely on them.
Peace out....