He says, “Many people are full of it; they say many things to endear you but they have ulterior motives. They say they are like family to stay close and when you have formed a dependency, they surprise you with callousness.”
“What is your point?” asks the other he. “This is all old news. You’re starting to bore me friend.”
“There it is, the callousness. I am giving you my insecurities laid bare, trying to navigate this crazy existence with your guidance, but I guess your patience wears thin as your guise of friendship, and soon your motives will be clear.”
“You think I listen to you day in and out because I want something from you?” the other he asks. “What could you have that I don’t? You’re too neurotic for relationships so you have no wife or girlfriend to steal. You agonize over your work, so I wouldn’t take that over my own job. You confess that you waste money and are unable to save so I probably have more than you and no need to take what you squander. your disposition is dour. You’ve got nothing to steal.”
“So why listen?” he asks.
“I call you my friend and I mean it. I hope that these conversations show you that you are not alone in this big world. We hardly ever agree, but we go back and forth, giving other another respect enough to simply listen and respond, and what more can a friend do? I hope that you can be happy, oh man do I wish happiness for you, but you won’t find it until you cycle through all the negative feelings and realize that to have good, you must accept the bad that comes along with it. Nothing is perfect, but then, nothing is absolutely wretched either. You are my friend and will always be. Your dime store philosophies seem to be thought out, but they end up becoming indictments against my dedication to your wellbeing.”
“Wow.” he says, and it is all that he can say.
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