Friendship becomes from...

I have a friend. She is a girl. We both 24 y.o. Before our friendship I tried to pick up her, but the result – zero. Never mind. So, from the day that we decided to be friends (I wasn't friendzoned. It was reciprocal decision), she started to tell me about her boyfriend. I was shocked. My thoughts was like: “What the f**k is this? Why do I have to listen that? Is she crazy? What's going on to this world?”. But reaction on my face was like: “Ohh. Of course you are right”. Then I started to analyze why she tells me those kind of information. Don't know, maybe she sees me a person to whom she can tell anything. Her stories never end. And I tried to support her, because her BF made such a stupid and illogical thing. Once, we were in café. We were talking about our joint work. I was looking in her eyes (they told me: “I want to tell you something”) and asked: “What's wrong?” She said: “We're started dating again”. That was 1…2…3… 35th attempt. Holy s**t. I was angry. Before, we talked about situation, where they broke up and she forgot everything. I made a lot of fiery speeches for her, like: “He doesn't deserve you” and so on. But this girl proved, that women's brain is different than man's brain. I was surprised how women are magnanimous. After all of that s**t, that he did to her, she forgave him. “We startedfrom the beginning!” – she sad. “Started what?” – I asked her. “Dating!”. And then, after she said that, she looked in my eyes for searching support. Of course I didn't do that. “Why did I spent a lot of time and you shed a lot of tears? For what? To start that bulls**t again?It's disgusting”. She's been looking in my eyes like the humanity at aliens. We stopped talking temporarily, because it was sad for me. Why should I spend my time and nerves to explain her, that her BF is strange person? She doesn't see it. Then I started to think about my thoughts about both of them. If she likes when her BF plays and make her nervous, so maybe they like it? Maybe personally she likes it? Because for me the relationships is when you help, make smile each other, swear sometimes but always put up. It's the normal for everyone but not them. Then I started to think that in this world there are many categories of people. Somebody likes to help, somebody likes to love, somebody likes make people laugh and cry. Such a many people, such a many opinions that will never intersect with each other. But my mistake was in too much thinking about it. ‘Try to accept that kind of human nature' – my mind said to me. And then I start to confirm all of that things I don't really like. Friendship sometimes means that you have to listen up your friend, give a support and do not criticize (especially if your friend a girl). For me to be friend is more important to have a friend. If you HAVE a friend it's much less good than BEING a friend. Sometimes it's harder (especially when they are drunk and you must pick up them anyway), but it is one of our mission on this planet – being a friend. Truly friends have to be always patient, because sometimes one of them start nagging, or joking (too hard), or something else; Truly friends have to be helpful, because nobody will listen up your problems rather than friend; Truly friends must be real friends it means – no lie, no negativity, no offense; Truly friends have to be… they always HAVE TO. Friends don't need to prove something to each other. Respect and protect your friends because in old age only your friends will understand what are you talking about and generally will listen you like no other. Make smile and laugh each other. Go to do some crazy things when you are young because in old age you will seat on chairs, watch TV and remember your youthfulness. If they ask something – do it. And don't forget to ask them anything too. That revelations I want to share with you. - P.S. By the way. My friend marries for that guy. In October. These 2 strangers will make happiness. I hope. Really hope…

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Andre

IT Student passionate about writing

Kyiv, Ukraine