Friends are a vital part of our lives. These are the people and relationships we've developed that tend to be of great value to us. I find it hardly true that anybody would say they don't have any friends. It's so impossible. One, two or three persons could be counted as friends. Yes, it's understandable that many keep their circle small, and so have a few number of friends. Not having any however could seem absurd and unreal.
Nevertheless, not all who are called friends are really so. That's why there's a word like “frenemy.” This means someone who identifies as a friend but is nothing more than an enemy, in disguise. You can say they are a good expression of “wolves in sheep's clothing.” Such “friends” manifest their true nature and selves in times of trouble, times one would need them, only to be nowhere to be found.
They can be hard to discern. At times, these persons could seem to the the most “friendly” until the true moment comes; the moments that reveal the true reality. It's with such that the tendency to break or cut off a friendship stems from. I mean, who would want to be there for their friend and then know that that friend doesn't have their back and would wish to continue. Disrespect, disregard and lack of confidentiality could also cause this.
Having an endless number of friends hasn't really been a thing for me. Nonetheless, I have a good number of them. To the best of my knowledge, I can't say if I did cut off a friendship, but I have something in the similitude of that. Maybe because it wasn't a concern to have a large, endless number of friends. Just saying perhaps.
The closest experience I could think of was with a friend I knew from time back. We weren't close back then as we attended the same school. Later on in life, after graduating from high school, we somehow started getting close and acquainted. I would often go to his place to play video games. The parents are nice people, who happen to be happy with my presence. It continued like that till it didn't really.
If you were thinking the issue was because he didn't let me play the video game, then you're wrong. Chuckles. So, with time, when he invites me or I plan to come around to his place, he would often skip it and go to visit one person or another. The issue wasn't going to see the persons, but why invite me when you had somewhere to go? Okay, it would have been bad on my part if that happened once or twice and I decided to cut off the friendship. No, it was rather a constant thing.
I wouldn't be the fool and jobless one. And so, I had to distance myself from going to his house. The painful part about it was that the parents do ask me why I don't come around again whenever they come across me. I became busy with my life too that I wasn't going to be running around aimlessly. And that strengthened my decision.
Well, we still communicate. We've come across each other, greeted and talked well. I still have him as a friend for old times' sake. But then, I knew I wasn't going to spend time going around with him or to his place. Heck, I'm too busy for that even. I guess you see why my experience was a similitude of cutting off friendship, and not the totality of it.
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