It’s funny really. This thing about friendship. You want friends but you can’t seem to make any for any reason. It seems like some make friends without even looking. They have friends they can count on, share values together, and respect each other.
For me, it’s like I make friends who only want to do me in. I’m serious. I have technically ruled out the possibility of friendship. I have lost friends for more stupid reasons than I can count. Now don’t be telling me to have a friend I’ve got to be a friend, pal, because when I say I’ve lost friends for stupid reasons, I mean stupid reasons.
Take a girl I met and made friends with during my National Youth Service Corps (NYSC). I had held her so dear to my heart! Even ignored several warnings about her, why would anyone just want to hurt you for hurting sake, anyway. She had been instrumental in getting me a very good place to serve. I had even stayed in her place some days during an accommodation crunch. I was not going to lose her for any reason, let her go, or even say or think a bad thing about her. I defended her any time I felt I had to. What did I get?
She somehow got my boss and me on uncomfortable terms (forget, she started coming to that office because of me. I had made the grave mistake of gullibly telling her all the juicy perks I got from there). Suddenly she was rude and cold and no amount of questions or visits would get her to mention, talk, or resolve any issues.
Of course, she also ruined relationships with me and the lady who had eventually taken me in. How she did is a terribly long story. And this is just one, though I must admit the worst of several tales of friendship lost. Sometimes, it’s just calls that are not picked up. Never returned. Other times anger that I was UNABLE to attend a wedding. Yet others, errors or misjudgments on my part, that must never be forgotten or forgiven, even if they took place long before the birth of Methuselah!
At times like these, I just thank God for this—that HE is always there. That He knows me in and out. That He sees my heart and best intentions, my cravings and efforts and most of all I thank Him because He is a friend that sticks closer than a brother. One that I can always count on. No matter what.
When I see friends who get on so well, are always there for each other, I wonder why mine aren’t like that. I would not mind imperfections. All I’ll ask is loyalty and truth. Why is that so much to ask?
I have had enough stabs and pain from friends to last me a lifetime. When one adds the fact that they all want me to fit into their ideals and ideas—be what they want or think I should be? I’d say the price of being alone is no price at all. And God—my only friend!