Mates are a waste of time. All they’re good for is bringing you down to their same level of intellectual, social and sexual mediocrity.
’‘Sick Boy’’ Simon Williamson
I often heard that friendships ultimately are meant to cater to one’s personal needs and nothing more, illustrated through mutual reciprocation and the like…you know, bumming games and money off one another, or having a serviceable source of outer confirmation for how awesome you are.
Seems plausible to me, but while I don’t have many friends and really can’t be arsed with most people I meet, I do value my few friends in a very different way than the biological or psychological circumstances might suggest.
Maybe it’s all subconscious, I mean nobody wants to use their friends…so I don’t know. Of course I don’t mind having friends.
To me, I don’t owe anyone anything, nor does anyone owe me anything. My friends and I understand this, as I don’t seem to get together with people who view friendship with a mentality suggesting that we’re forced to give if we receive and vice versa…it seems to be a rather prominent subject, and one almost confirmed through generality.
I don’t agree with the best friend syndrome, to me friends are people you just seem fated to get along and have a good time with. If you see it as a chore, of course it’s gonna get depressing.
Whether friendship is based on self preservation or not, I have no idea if I want more friends or less friends, I’m happy with the ones I have now.
As for grief and pain, well no matter what one does in life, we’ll never be free of it, wherever it comes from.
And you’re hearing this from an angry Goth.