But the fact remains that I need somebody to bring me a casserole when I am floundering in crisis or stress, and I need someone who can look me in the eyeballs and call me out on what I’m not saying. I need someone who pops in spontaneously, makes me get dressed, and pulls me out to have some fun when I get depressed. And my people need me to do the same for them.
Me! Me!! Me!!!
*I* need someone! *I* need a casserole! *I* need someone to cheer *me* up…
Wanna hear a true confession? Now that I have the wisdom that comes of age and bad experiences, I actively avoid making friends with people like this. This is not the same thing as an important friend having a real, honest-to-goodness crisis; in that case, I will do almost anything that will help you. I’m loyal as fuck and, if I say so myself, am a valuable friend to have when life gives you a steaming pile of awful. And when *I’m* the one whom life has bitch-slapped, it’s truly awesome to have those real friends who I know will bring me food, go with me to appointments, ferry my kids around - whatever. But IMO, you can’t *start* with that. You don’t seek out friends with the idea that these people will fall all over you when you have a hangnail or a client was mean to you. Sheesh.
