The word “friends” has lost its meaning. It has lost its way. I use the word sparingly. Yet I seem to be surrounded by people who use it on a drop of a dime. Is that the correct phrase? Let’s look at the television show Friends. They were close-knit, saw each other every day (or so ot seemed), had each other’s back and seemed to like spending time with one another. Sure, they had a few other occasional friends. However, they seemed to not have 1000 other friends they brought in and out of the circle. The circle was the circle. It was respected.
I had that a long time ago and then everyone went their own way. I moved around so much to live in 18 cities. And yet, I keep my old friends (they are in my psychological vault) and make new ones. But I do not call the person I just shared toilet paper with in the next stall a friend. I call them a comrade.
I may seem a bit jaded. I probably am. But its a major pet peeve of mine to be called a friend when I don’t feel that word means anything. Or at least doesn’t mean anything to the friend-caller. If you call every other person a friend, it ain’t real. Or rather 85% of it isn’t real.