Some people make friends as easily as they change clothes. They have a wardrobe full of friends that they can put on and take off at will, mixing and matching friends depending on the need or want of the moment. These are the people most of us mortals love to hate, because they always have someone to do things with, no matter what the activity is, which, of course, is the main point of having friends, right?
On the other hand, I have always had a hard time making friends. Okay, strike that. I make friends rather easily. It’s keeping friends that is the difficult proposition because I tend to be so excited that I’ve made a friend that I become overly excited, and a wee bit smothering. While I know this about myself, I can’t seem to help it. In fact, there are only a few people who have been able to withstand my barrage of friendship, and I now call them my “inner circle.” However, the vast majority of them live far away, so what does that say about me as a friend? Maybe I can only sustain friendships when I am not close in proximity with those who call me friend.
That’s a rather depressing thought if the aforementioned people we love to hate are the standard to which we aspire. Luckily, they’re not, at least in my case, because I subscribe to the idea that quality is more important than quantity. While I only have very few true friends, they are true. They stand by me through thick and thin, and that’s good enough for me.
But it would be nice to have a new sweater.