With absolutely nothing on my mind, no topics to talk about and about 2 months since I have written anything at all, I decide to post.
My question on topic today is:
What makes a true friend?
Back in tha ol’ days working at MacKenzie River Pizza Co., I thought I had tons of friends. I had quite a few too. But now, years later and down about 98% of the friends that I had, I have to wonder. Which ones of my friends are truly my friends? Which ones where there to be friends and not there for any other reasons?
After a talk with my friend, Christina Collins on this same subject, I am beginning to wonder a little and maybe I am being a little self conscious. My mom said it best: A friend is someone you can go without seeing for years, and then pick up at the same place you were like you saw eachother every day.
So, without further ado, I turn the question to my friends. Are you my friend and why?