+1
I like the cut of your jib.
Phone call I recieved this morning
Drach, would you be willing to go down to the police dept to take possession of my handgun that was confiscated like 3 years ago.
Apparently It can be released to a friend or relative who can legally possess a handgun, but since her gun rights will not be restored for another 4 years, SHE cannot pick it up personally.
So I have to go down to the police dept, probably fill out a dozen odd forms, to take possession of a friends handgun, so it can be transferred back in 4 years or so.
Hell, that was a slow day at one of my old jobs (Scholastic book fairs).
As a teen, my best friend saved me from drowning. Doesn’t get much better than that.
The moving thing, yeah.
Also - a real friend is someone who you can trust with your house key to water plants/feed cats/care for the dogs when you are out of town.
When they’re willing to suffer around you. We went over to a friend’s house and she was having an argument with her boyfriend. Once we had some private space she told me all about it, and she started crying. Then she apologized and they both asked us to leave because it was such a hard night for them.
She contacted me later to apologize profusely for being such a downer, but personally I was honored she trusted me enough to be honest. We’ve gotten closer because of it.
Amen to that. I won’t tell tales out of school, but I’ve recently dissolved friendships with two couples and my best friend. These relationships are 10+ years old.
It sucks to find out what a person’s true colors are.
Preach
I actually just told this to someone yesterday (a lucky Doper, in fact ;)): A friend of mine didn’t just help me move, she pretty much moved for me. She was like a tiny little moving machine who seemed to make all of my items teleport into efficiently packed labeled boxes, helped clean, and --this is the real shit-- cleaned my toilet. That is love, dude.
Also, while I was going through pretty much the worst break up ever (okay, maybe not Ever, but it completely consumed me), as horrible as I felt every moment, going home alone every night was killing me inside. My friend dutifully invited me over everyday for weeks just so I didn’t have to be alone. I finally started turning down the invitations soon before the need to be next to someone ended just because I felt like I was intruding. I cannot even measure how much that helped, and it’s easily the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.
When you let me (a straight woman) go on a week’s vacation with your husband and think nothing of the fact that we’ve got to share a king-sized bed.
Did it 2 weeks ago, and that married couple are totally my very best friends. Not one ounce of jealousy or inappropriate thinking amongst us 3.
Stolen from Chris Rock, “when you’re broke and someone still wants to hang out with you, that person really wants to hang out with you.”
I think I’m pretty much friendless then. I don’t think I have one person who’d help me in a pinch. My family, yes. Friends, no.
I had long term friends in the past that I decided to cut out of my life because they weren’t the friends I thought they were. One of these ex-friends I had known since we were 2 years old. In our early 30’s, an incident happened that showed didn’t have such a deep relationship like I thought we should have after knowing each other for so long.
Maybe I have higher standards for what a friend is. Naively, I thought I could easily find more people to become friends with, but I haven’t. Just like the other thread, the older you get the harder it is to find people you enjoy hanging out with.
We have totally awesome friends. A real friend will take care of you when you have swine flu, regularly clean your fridge for you (okay, that friend is a little OCD), hold you during your epidural, clean your bathroom, help bring up your kids, go to diabetes education with to learn to take care of your kids, help you move, help pull you through depression, come over and make dinner when you’re too exhausted/sick to move, organize meals brought during bedrest.
Yeah. Best friends ever.
Erm, this sort of makes it sound like we do nothing but let our friends wait on us hand and foot.
Your real friends are the ones you can call at three in the morning.
Ok so …
REALLY???
“No inappropriate thinking” as in there was no swinging going on?
Is this a gay married couple or something?
Seriously - how? Why?
Really??
wanders off, confused …
Hansel? HANsel?
No, really. We’re 3 30-somethings who have been a trio of best friends almost as long as they’ve been dating-then-married.
I don’t like him “in that way” and he’s only got eyes for her and she is not jealous of me. He’s more like my girlfriend than she is.
Ok, that part I get … I’m just trying to wrap my head around the whole sharing-a-bed thing.
I mean … were there no rooms with two beds? Some kinda mishap when the reservations were made?
Last minute business trip for him, on which I tagged along as a sightseer. They said “sorry only king rooms available” and he said “ok, no prob.”
I normally don’t put a price on friendship…and yet here we are.
Would that still apply to a pretty girl and a guy with a paycheck in his pocket.