Friendship

I have realized recently that I am much less tolerant of dunce-like stupidity and mindless behavior than I have been previously, especially with respect to friendships. I mean, there was a time when such things didn’t matter so much to me because I was busy with more important matters. But at this stage of my life, I care. I don’t have the time, energy,  or inclination for people who don’t value my friendship and love. And I actually do not have to say “my” because I don’t believe that these people are selective. In other words, I do not think that it’s only me, or anybody, who have such experiences with such people. Today  I wrote a long letter to a long time friend to say goodbye, not so much because he did me wrong, but because he wasn’t even aware that he did, or because he thought I was so stupid that I wouldn’t understand what he did. People naturally make mistakes now and then, and they should be given the benefit of the doubt when they do, providing that they acknowledge the mistake they made, and in so doing, apologize appropriately. But when a friend doesn’t do any of the above, how much of a friend can he or she be? I mean, really. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t want, need, or have any interest in people who do not feel loving, trustworthy, and friendly to me. It’s as plain & simple as that. dwp