
Do Your Friendships Matter That Much?

Friends, how many of us have them? How many of us care?
The other day I was pondering friendships in general. I have a lot … of friends … and I love having them. They are like family to me here in the states so far away from any blood relative (not counting the newly born dude). I’m definitely a “friend person” if there is such a thing, and I do differentiate between friends and acquaintances. Then I remembered being told as a child that friends would be the death of me. Obviously that person was not a “friend person”, and over the years I must admit to many a heartaches due to my habit of going head-first-deep in a friendship … but in the end I wouldn’t change a thing and have learned so much from the relationships I get to choose.
Examples: the best of times | the worst of times
As usual, I’ll throw the questions at you all: