I remember telling my best friend that he was selfish. I mean, I forgot I said that to him but he recently made sure that he wouldn’t let me forget it. No, I didn’t say it in an angry rant. I said it while giving him pointers on how to survive in another country without his friends and family. I remember him grunting when I called him selfish.
Nearly a year later, he reminds me of that day and says, ‘Remember how you called me selfish?’ He paused and I felt bad. We were having a heart - to - heart when he repeats my words and I nearly feel bad for saying it when he opens his big -pausing to just create suspense- mouth and says, ‘You were right.’
Of course, I was.
That stupid, stupid asshat.
My mom told me that we became closer once he left the country compared to when he lived right in front of my house. I laughed at her face. I said, ‘Please, I don’t think I can wake him at 5 am and tell him to walk with me because I thought I was dealing with a mid-life crisis. We can’t get any closer than that. Now our time zones are ten and a half hours apart.’
That’s when my mom laughed at my face.
But this post isn’t about my friendship with him or how my mom’s always right about my feelings.
This post is about those friendships where it’s not always right, but never wrong either.
Every friendship is unique in its own way. I don’t think you can ever replace a friend; you just find more space in your heart for the new ones.
You know those friendships where you know if you carry on with the discussion the friendly debate will turn into an aggressive argument? Those are the common ones.
You know those friendships where you know the friendly debate would have turned into an aggressive argument with any other friend, but this one? These are the rare ones.
These friendships where their behaviour and actions irritate you and you snub at them. They do nothing but roll their eyes in return.
Friendships where both your ideas of good behaviour are different but the ideas of adventure the same.
Friendships where he tells you that even though he talks to everyone in his university; he has no friends. He’s famous because he’s the only one who wears a huge hat in the university but ends up losing it. Speaking from the other end of the phone he tells you how much he misses you and perhaps feels a bit lonely.
And at the end of the rant, I say, ‘How could you lose the one hat that got you famous?’ I then proceed to force him to laugh at his ridiculousness even though all he wants to do is rant till he loses his breath.
That’s the friendship I’m talking about.
Cherish those asshats in your life.
Cherish you Fratins, as I cherish mine.
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