As some of you may know, not long ago I mentioned an "issue" with friends. Not friends in general, but a specific situation. I did not go into details for many reasons, and those reasons still apply. But as things played out I watched a friend cause tremendous pain to another friend, which of course resulted in the destruction of a friendship. Since then, one of my own friendships has been torn apart, and I have watched as others suffer stress, pain, and heartache. Only twice in my life have I ever given up on a friendship. Sure, there have been many times where friends drift apart, but those are not lost friends, just misplaced ones. While giving up on someone is understandably difficult and painful, as time goes on and more happens, I am further convinced that it was the right choice. But problems continue, and watching other friends--dear friends--suffer and become victimized has caused me to think hard about the general concept of friendship. It is apparent that we all have different views on what that word means. To some, friends are merely people who validate their actions/choices, and who worship the ground they walk on. At the other end of the spectrum are those who classify everyone as a friend. My view is somewhere in the middle (as most people's is), and somewhat complex. As such, I will not even attempt to explain it here. But as I gave it thought, certain quotes/lyrics/scenes came to mind. Many of them were not specifically about friendship, but still demonstrate something about how I view it.
Captain, why did you come back for us?
You're on my crew.
Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back?
You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?
Through the years and miles between us
It's been a long and lonely ride
But if I got a call in the dead of the night
I'd be right by your side
I never said "Thank you."
And you'll never have to.
When you can't run, you crawl. And when you can't crawl, you find someone to carry you.
If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend.
I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay.
Why you doin' this, Doc?
Because Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends.
I'm not really sure what my point is here, though many of my blog entries really don't have much of a point. Maybe I just need to put some of this down; maybe it's in the hopes that some of these thoughts will make their way back to the people involved, however slight that chance is; perhaps it'll get some of you to think about what friendship means to you, resulting in all of us appreciating our friends more. I don't know. But I felt like saying something, and this seemed as good a topic as any.
Posted at 3/14/2009 3:19:55 pm by PhilM