Incubus – Pendulous Threads
I'm not sure what to class as a "good friend" anymore.
Is it someone that worries? Someone that wants to know where, when and what you're doing everyday? Someone that needs to know who you're seeing and why you're meeting them? Someone that wants to know your plans, weither they are involved in them or not. Could it be someone that is involving themselves in your life? Intentionally planning your life out for you? Someone that acts like a parent to you. Someone that tries to look out for you, because you can't look out for yourself.
No, it's not that. I can look out for myself.
Maybe good friends are for talking to you. Maybe good friends want to know your inner, most darkest secrets. The kind of people that end up knowing all of your fears. The sort of person that takes the time to know every single inch of your body inside out. A person that would more than happily count each and every hair on your body just because you asked them to. Someone that will agree with you, no questions asked, because they've figured out how your mind works.
The thought of that terrifies me.
It could always be someone self obsessed. Someone that never has the time to listen to you. Someone that doesn't let you get a word in, only stops to take a breathe for more words.
To be honest, it's all of these things and more. Friends are weird. Weither they're obsessed with your life, their own or other peoples... they're your friends, and I guess that's the important bit.
Nobody is perfect.
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So I've completely lost track of blogs for the past few weeks since my major/manor break down, ;), so I've just read like the twelve you've last written since then and wow.... they are amazing. I'm regretful I've missed this much, but glad that I could read your wonderfully detailed thoughts in bulk. Thank you for that and for taking the time to read this comment. x
These smell like vinegar...
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