Friends.

The concept of friendship. Is it complicated? Hardly. But when it comes, you understand almost immediately. That is the wonder of it.

I have understood it perfectly. That the value of the many "friendships" I hold so dearly were false. Inflated. Unreliable. They exist for the sake of their existence, and signifies nothing. It does not bear any meaning nor purpose. Except for the times where their skills are needed. Same goes for the other way round. I mean nothing until I am needed.

"Is it just me?" you ask. I can tell you that it is not. Somebody close once told me about the friends of someone else. That his friends were all bad. They would ask him out when there was spending to be done, when there was playing and having fun. But when they went out to start a business and if there was anything good, he was not in it.

The situations we are in are very similar, no? I have many groups of "friends". But when the time came I knew. I knew what they were. They were anything but. I have few to none friends. I wouldn't go so far as to call them "true friends" but they are what they are. Friends. True friends... I doubt they exist.

Don't spill your pity on me. I don't deserve it and I don't need it. Save it for the disabled. Or cancer patients. Or orphans. Because this isn't a tragedy.

It's just sad. Sad, but not a tragedy. So save your sympathy. Give it to someone else.