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Published on August 2, 2005 By dynamaso In Misc
I love my friends and I mean I really love them. They are a reflection of who I am and what I believe. My friends are the sort of people you can count on when you need support, guidance or a kick up the bum. My friends won’t let me get away with any stupidity yet are pleasantly surprised by my silliness. My friends are the sorts of people who laugh loud and easily, but who aren’t afraid to shed a tear. My friends define me as I define them.

My friends are musical, intelligent, dextrous, adept, aware, selfless, humane, compassionate, awe-inspiring and beautiful. They are also flabbergasting (I love the word), exhausting, tiring, sarcastic, rude and obnoxious. But my friends take my bad with my good, as I do with them.

My friends don’t need to see me every day but we have a lot of fun when we do get together. My friends let me be when I really need to be alone but annoy the fun out of me when I don’t. My friends take me as I am, free of judgement, opinion and advice. Without them, I wouldn’t be the man I am today.

I’m going to say it again: I love my friends.


Comments
on Aug 02, 2005
What a wonderful tribute to your friends Maso! It's so wonderful to have friends like that! I'm flabbergasted! (I love how that roll off the tongue too!)!
on Aug 02, 2005
Thanks again. I think a lot of people take their friends for granted (I know I've been guilty of it in the past) and this is some small payback for doing so.

I'm flabbergasted


It really is a great word, isn't it?

Thanks for stopping by as well. Your comments are much appreciated.

Cheers,

Maso

on Aug 03, 2005
You are very fortunate to have friends like that...and they are lucky to have a grateful and loving friend like you.
on Aug 03, 2005
InBloom, thank you very much. What a sweet thing to say. I may not have many of them, but I value every one dearly.

Thanks for stopping by.

Cheers,

Maso
on Aug 04, 2005
count me in Maso....
on Aug 04, 2005
I know exactly how you feel...there's not much to you if you don't have friends. I think I wrote a poem about friends at one time....I'll dig it up and give you a link if you want or if it exists...I've written so many.

Great article,
~Zoo
on Aug 04, 2005
Hey, turns out I was right, I did write one....well, here it is....
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Friends

Where would you be without them?
No laughs or casual conversations,
Or someone to help you through your troubles,
Noone to confide in,
No secrets to share.

You need friends,
Without them what are you?
You are nothing.
Family is good,
But friends can be better in some ways.

There are posers,
They will not stand beside you.
Abandoning you when times are rough.
A friend will see you through,
To the end,
Through the good times,
And the bad.

A true friend is someone to love,
You can cry about your problems,
Talk about your accomplishments,
And complain about anything.
A true friend will listen,
And in return you should listen,
Help them, like they help you.

Friends,
Something to cherish,
Something to hold on to.
Life isn’t the same without them.
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Well, there ya have it...

~Zoo
on Aug 04, 2005
Shovel,

You were one of the people I was thinking about when I wrote this, mate. I count myself lucky to have 'met' you. You're a good man, Joe.

Zoo,

Thanks for the comments. Your poem is on the money, too. It is one thing to be close to your family but something in the blood you share with them can get in the way of forming a better relationship sometimes. Friends, on the other hand, are chosen or choose you based on how they see you or vice versa. Kinship doesn't come into it.

Thanks for your comments.

Cheers,

Maso