friends and what they’re good for

Friends are great, if you want them.

But to be honest, most of the time I don’t want to talk to someone for the sake of it. I don’t want to sit in a room full of people who mildly entertain me and smile my pretend smile, just to be normal.

Of course, there are those good friends. The friends who, even with years of separation, normal teenage bitchiness and a few love triangles, still manage to be there for you. I mean the kind of being there when you put up with their bad hair and attitude and can sit and do nothing with them without having to say a word.

Nothing friendships are the best.

I’m the kind of person who tends to avoid those awkward nights where you drink beer eagerly, send texts to no-one and continually go to the bathroom to try and escape the empty conversation, those words you drag out of your mouth about weather, what you saw on TV last night and that girl you used to date in 1997.

God, I would rather sit in my room and empty the trash from my computer than do that.

Yeah. I won’t lie. I need people… But I don’t need that.

I have my few close friends. Well, three in fact. Four if you include my Dad. And that’s enough for me.I get more things done and I don’t have to check my Facebook every five minutes (even though I do anyway).

True friendship is the understanding caught in between the silences and it doesn’t matter who you are or what you’ve done; there will always be those friends who stick around. ‘For better or worse’, they are there without complaint and with a love that goes beyond surface value. You can’t fake friendship, it often isn’t planned and sometimes it doesn’t even make sense. But you always know.

Honesty, sympathy, trust, acceptance, intimacy, and to desire what is best for them. It all sounds like a Hollywood script but in real life, it all comes too easily. It doesn’t even seem clichéd.

Real friendships give us comfort, security and a ton of smiles.

However, sometimes I wish I had the clad; the friends who don’t necessarily matter that much. The girly group I can go to Sportsgirl with and actually feel comfortable with my fashionable friends and the right trendy lingo as opposed to my usual solo, hairy legged, cheap scout about for the $10 bin.

I tried once, but I can’t go shopping with my friends (they’re all guys anyway) and my boyfriend is even worse. He just tells me I look good in everything. Liar. We do better things though, like watching a dozen episodes of Seinfeld while eating Mars Bars with forks. We love like we’re dying tomorrow. And we walk outside in trackies and hoodies, like gangstas on a mission. I guess that’s true love. But probably not.

Regardless, popularity has never interested me. Give me my handful of friends who push my mistakes to the background and have the guts to laugh at me when I do something stupid.

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