Replacing A Best Friend?
Best friends shouldn't be hard to find. It just takes a different kind of advertising.
Who is your "best friend"?
My best friend is dead. At least the best friend I had all the way through high school and for years afterwards on into full adulthood and family, careers, etc.
Then a succession of jobs, businesses, and moves, and my friend’s death, left me bereft of a true best friend, except that my wife became and remains my best friend, though our cat Mau-Mau comes in a close second.
A best friend is a treasure, but I haven’t done a good job of cultivating best friends.
The fact is, I’ve been a loner.
That is not unusual for a writer, or perhaps for any person with my personality. But as I reflect on why, the real answer, if there is one, remains unclear.
I am not unlikable. I’m neat, clean, usually shaven, though I have my sloppy days when I’m writing up a storm or buried in tax preparations or some other deadlines.
And, after all, best friendships take time, calls, notes, getting together; though from past experience best friends can be a brother-sister thing where you both know you would do almost anything for each other, but it doesn’t take constant reaffirming to sustain it.
I don’t think you can just go out and get a best friend. I suspect the path to follow in getting a best friend is one of first being a best friend, and eventually the other person will acknowledge that you are.
I think I will follow that path and see where it leads.
© 2012 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
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