As I grow older, I realize more and more that it really isn’t about how many friends you have, but rather how many of them you can actually count on. It’s better to have ONE friend who will go to the ends of the world for you and back than to have 100 “friends” who will find excuses to not be there for you, and sit back and watch you fall and laugh at you.
I’ve never been one to have many friends. I’ve been labelled unfriendly, anti-social and a loner. But I’ve always known that I don’t mind not having any friends at all instead of having tons of “friends” who will stab me in the back. And it’s been getting clearer to me now that I want friends who inspire me, who will encourage me and help me to grow as a person. Who will show me that I can be better, that I can climb higher, that I can always be more. I want friends who can accept me just the way I am and never try to change my quirks. I want friends who will be there for me when I need them the most.
I don’t need “friends” who hang out with me only if they stand to benefit in one way or another. I don’t need those who want to know things about me and are “concerned” for me because they want to use it as a joke. I don’t need people who will only drag me down and halt my personal growth just because they are fucked up themselves. They seek comfort in knowing that people aren’t doing better than them and also try to prevent you from being better. They take your failures and your misfortunes to justify their own and use it to bitch about you behind your back.
I’ve been a bystander watching this happen to someone else, and I’ve decided that it’s time to do some weeding. It’s been getting very clear who are for keeps and who are just poison. So if I stop talking to you, you know which one you are. Find someone else to poison.