a little. An interesting conversation last night sparked something that I hadn’t really thought about in a long time…. friendship. I can count my close friends on one hand…three fingers at that.

I come to realize in last night’s conversation that I don’t really have friends. The friends I did have were those that needed someone to be strong while they figured things out. And when they were done figuring things out while anchored to my port, they sailed away so to say. Do I not know how to have friends… I’ve always been this way with people. Just a select few, I open the door to let them in. Others, I play this role of confidant, support, teacher, etc. whatever you want to call it. It’s some kind of detached role. Hmmm… Are these people the one I care more about?