Friends


With the advent of Facebook, the word “friend” has taken on a whole new meaning. One can literally have hundreds of “fiends” on Facebook, but are they really friends in the true sense of the word? No. You can’t call on them when you are distraught and need help sorting out your feelings. They aren’t around for your to bare you soul and talk about what is really bothering you. They aren’t there when you need someone to help you move. They aren’t around to comfort you when you’ve messed things up–again–and help you through the mess you’ve made.

Real friends that you can count on and who will be there for you are few and far between. You can probably count your true friends on one (maybe two) hands. These are the true friend, the real friends who will be you in an emergency, in a crisis, they ones you’ll help through their divorce and pain. You have to be a friend, too, remember. True friends are hard to come by and harder to keep. Let the Facebook crowd have their 500 friends. Be happy if you have 2 or 3 real, true friends.

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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1 Response to Friends

  1. I so agree! I went on Facebook because my family was glued to the damn thing. I hated it right away. It was nothing but a forum for gossiping as far as I was concerned. I did away with my page after less than a month, I believe. I found the friendship I needed right here, and although I know that none of you can just pop by my house to lend a shoulder, you’re always there willing to read and commiserate with me when I need someone. In my personal life, yep..you’re right…I learned from experience if you count off all the fingers on one hand with real friends, consider yourself truly rich.

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