Short but not so sweet

A lot of those twinky little touchy-feely sappy bullshit email forwards that I, you, and all of us receive ad nauseum every day in our emailboxes (because women people think they’re just so goddamned sweet, and have it in their heads that everyone they know will too) talk about what it means to “be a friend” and all that kind of crap.

It’s got nothing to do with “sending this to 30 people within 37 seconds, including to the person that sent it to you (or they’ll know you’re not the friend they thought you were, blah blah blah)”, or the promise of eternal salvation, a check from Bill Gates, a gift card from Chili’s, or whatever else is promised in these fucking things, causing supposedly intelligent people to flood everyone else’s mailboxes with all these total bullshit emails that, while some of them are worthy of a read if you happen to be taking a shit at the moment, really don’t amount to anything more than just pretentious superficial fluff, 97% of which is total bullshit.

If you need these ridiculous emails to reaffirm that you have friends, or even if you just enjoy receiving them, then A, they’re not really your friends, 2, you need to find better friends, and D, you need some really serious therapy. It’s really very simple:

A friend knows about the good things in your life and likes you because of them, and knows about the bad things in your life and likes you in spite of them.

A real friend couldn’t give two shits about either.

Take a moment and think about what is really important to you and to the people in your life that truly matter to you. If you can’t figure it out, you’d better. Quickly.

You know who you are. Or at least you should.