And here I am perusing airfare sites like a crackhead trying to figure out where I can go in late September.
I lost a friend this week in a rather sudden way. But when I think of her, I think of the afternoon we spent in her rural Virginia cabin, dodging cobwebs, and going through a mountain of her paintings. That was also the day I crossed into West Virginia for the first time for an amazing lunch and got to chat with a few locals at the little ice cream shop on the town’s main street. She was obviously proud of her rickety little place and I (hopefully not too obviously) wanted to take a can of Raid to the whole thing. Regardless, I’m everso glad that I took this with me …
Will remember you fondly, friend. Thanks for showing me your Virginia!
No, friendship is NOT about “supporting your friends even when you know they’re wrong.”
That’s not friendship. That’s being an enabler. That’s being an accomplice.
Friendship is loving someone enough to tell them to stop being a goddamn idiot before they ruin their lives.
If they expect anything else, they’re not looking for friends. They’re looking to join a gang.
Fine. Your call. But I’m going to be part of your gang.