I used to think I understood friendship and how to be a good friend. I don’t think that anymore.
I know the kind of person I admire and the kind of person I want to be but I’m reminded often that I am not that person. Sometimes I really surprise myself with my own kindness and generosity. I’m like, “Holy sherbet, Batman, that actually felt natural and I even enjoyed it.” And sometimes I’m like, “How can I get through this without being a complete b-hole?” And I wonder how often people look at me and think, “Dang, what a complete b-hole!”
But, c’est la vie, such is life. Sometimes I am a complete b-hole! There’s no way I can please everyone all the time. Sometimes I am a kind and generous person.
I’ll never be all things to all people. (Sorry, Paul.) But I sincerely hope I can learn to be a good friend… most of the time.
Be content, my darlings, I am a work in progress, a beautiful artistic endeavor still being formed.