You don't always get to chose your friends. In fact, I have found that quite often I don't get the choice. They just stuck and suddenly it's years later and you're introducing them to others with " This is my friend..." while wondering "How in the world did that happen?"
My friends have shown me grace, ignored my faults, told me to get a grip, told me to pull myself together, laughed at my stupidity, made me act stupidly, accepted me for who I am and let them know when I am peeving them off and to change my ways unless I wanted a head smacking. They have broadened my horizons, laughed with me, cried with me, bitched with me, embarrassed me, let me embarrass them and experienced life with me. They have yelled at me, grounded me, laughed at me and given their time for me. They have also been willing (?) participants in consuming my gastronomical experiments, of which I have not killed any of them yet.
My friends are like "Cluedo" - Who did what, where, when and with whom?
Thank you to all my friends for whatever you have done for me. (Just ask what it is if you don't already know your influence.)
Nice post to make us consider our relationships and friendships. Good work with the blog! Now you are one of us bloggers!!
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