I learned something recently: our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are phased by our triumphs. False friends only appear at our difficult times, with their sad, supportive faces, when in fact our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives. when things were bad last year, various people i had never even seen before turned up to "console" me. i hate that.
Marie from The Zahir , Coehlo
dear jess,
He says hi. Im sure he’ll be quite pleased to find out that ive mentioned him to you, that is if he ever finds out. He use to talk to me on the phone whilst chewing an apple, with his mouth open and then walk over to pee, where I can hear him flush.
One day he thinks of me. And he calls. And we talk and talk and talk.
I tell him things that are closest to my heart and he does too. We use to be so good of friends.
He asks me.
Friends?
Pause.
Overseas.
Here?
Pause pause.
Pause.
Work. Girlfriend. Wife. Work.
Pause.
I stand on the ledge of being honest and perhaps knowing you wont like what I have to say. I have an allegiance to my soul to tell the truth that I’m too tired of hypocritical relationships that I do not want to put energy in for the title of friends, but not close, and yet seek the time when we need to be together and I have to pretend to get along with you.
Or the honesty of being tired of having to avoid you or to say hi and find out how you are doing when in reality I don’t care.
Or the honesty that I think all you want to know about me is just my juicy details in my life.
Or the honesty that if you were honest too, you too can’t be bothered and maybe that’s okay.
Friendship count.
Pause
Pause
At this rate, im sure I wont have to worry about friendship for a long time.
And to be honest, maybe that’s okay too.
I think id rather spent my time with those that talk to me with their mouth full of apple pieces than those that organize meetings at homes to see if we’re all okay.
Like I said. You may not like what I have to say.
Marie from The Zahir , Coehlo
dear jess,
He says hi. Im sure he’ll be quite pleased to find out that ive mentioned him to you, that is if he ever finds out. He use to talk to me on the phone whilst chewing an apple, with his mouth open and then walk over to pee, where I can hear him flush.
One day he thinks of me. And he calls. And we talk and talk and talk.
I tell him things that are closest to my heart and he does too. We use to be so good of friends.
He asks me.
Friends?
Pause.
Overseas.
Here?
Pause pause.
Pause.
Work. Girlfriend. Wife. Work.
Pause.
I stand on the ledge of being honest and perhaps knowing you wont like what I have to say. I have an allegiance to my soul to tell the truth that I’m too tired of hypocritical relationships that I do not want to put energy in for the title of friends, but not close, and yet seek the time when we need to be together and I have to pretend to get along with you.
Or the honesty of being tired of having to avoid you or to say hi and find out how you are doing when in reality I don’t care.
Or the honesty that I think all you want to know about me is just my juicy details in my life.
Or the honesty that if you were honest too, you too can’t be bothered and maybe that’s okay.
Friendship count.
Pause
Pause
At this rate, im sure I wont have to worry about friendship for a long time.
And to be honest, maybe that’s okay too.
I think id rather spent my time with those that talk to me with their mouth full of apple pieces than those that organize meetings at homes to see if we’re all okay.
Like I said. You may not like what I have to say.
your friend,
jess
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