Let me tell you a thing or two about friendship. If I may. If I might be allowed a word or two on the subject of that phenomenon which we call friendship. Of which I know absolutely nothing. Except for the fact that if friendship were some kind of necessity for life I would be a dead man. I would not be. Not that I've been any kind of a great friend myself. But I did try.
How do you even move brother? How do you even move and breathe with all that dharma on you? Seven unreturned calls I have on you, and I hear you want to talk to me? I see very little evidence of that brother! Seven unreturned calls. If you could do for me one seventh of what I've done for you we would be speaking. Should I make it eight? Seven's fine.
I believe now that I have tried too hard. I often seem to do that. But I don't like to try, I like to do! What's the problem? Flakiness only excuses so much. Do I have any right to be angry? After seventeen years? Marriage counselor? You have been a very interesting friend to me. Where are you now? What are you doing in this moment that we are not talking?
My dear friend has called me despite this tirade and I realize I've always known what friendship means. While it is not required for life it does improve it. And I strongly suspect it was just flakiness. I am sorry I slapped so hard for something you can barely help and I love you very much that you still called me. I am very happy just to hear your voice.
But I will keep this here if he doesn't object because it is a good pretty/ugly piece. It seems powerful to me. It is powerful to me. It exorcised demons I couldn't handle, feelings about you I didn't want to have. And I will call you a hundred times if that's what it takes to stay in touch. The rest of us: take the antidote seriously. Take the pain with a sense of humor. Or think again.
Mercy, compassion and understanding. What I want to say would put this on my adult page. I refrain in the hopes that you will someday get a grip. I believe that she has been harassed. Why can't you believe it was not by me? Why don't you need evidence? Why are you so smug, so sure of being right? You would have been more careful once. More attentive to logic, the reality of cause and effect. Now, no matter how much I love you, I cannot bear to be near you.