Am I a good friend? I sit with my coffee cup warming my hands and wonder if I am a good friend to the people in my life. My struggle is with being myself to those around me and wanting to be liked. How are the two held in balance? I have no advice for myself.
I remember the golden rule. Be kind. Treat others as you would like to be treated. People like to be around cheerful people. What if I'm not cheerful this day. Am I fake if I put on a happy face? Maybe I should warn my friends, "I'm sad today." Then watch them back away.
A smile is contagious. Are tears contagious, too? What about truth? Do these pants look good on me? Or is saying nothing at all the better choice. "Words fitly spoken are like apples of gold in pitchers of silver." This is what the plaque over the buffet in the dining room said. Are the fit words flattery or truth or... what?
Am I a good friend? I've lost some friends this past year. I haven't been able to be who they wished me to be. I didn't measure up. On a good day I'll tell myself we just weren't a good fit. On a different day I'll blame them for their selfishness. On any other day I'll tell myself I failed. What makes a friend? Acceptance? Appreciation? Similar interests?
My coffee is cold now. I haven't found an answer.
I will continue to be the best me I can be and we will see if others are drawn to me. It's all I can do.
I remember the golden rule. Be kind. Treat others as you would like to be treated. People like to be around cheerful people. What if I'm not cheerful this day. Am I fake if I put on a happy face? Maybe I should warn my friends, "I'm sad today." Then watch them back away.
A smile is contagious. Are tears contagious, too? What about truth? Do these pants look good on me? Or is saying nothing at all the better choice. "Words fitly spoken are like apples of gold in pitchers of silver." This is what the plaque over the buffet in the dining room said. Are the fit words flattery or truth or... what?
Am I a good friend? I've lost some friends this past year. I haven't been able to be who they wished me to be. I didn't measure up. On a good day I'll tell myself we just weren't a good fit. On a different day I'll blame them for their selfishness. On any other day I'll tell myself I failed. What makes a friend? Acceptance? Appreciation? Similar interests?
My coffee is cold now. I haven't found an answer.
I will continue to be the best me I can be and we will see if others are drawn to me. It's all I can do.
