What’s a true friend? Is it a.) someone who accepts you for who you are, or is it b.) someone who wants you to be better? My friend Nash has an interesting take on it — “the guy who works at McDonald’s??? — he accepts you for who you are — is he your true friend???”
I’m taking my pick — letter b. (Circling the letter, and then filling the little circle in with my number 2 pencil.)
I’ve no idea what girls do — but men don’t make friends; we cultivate brothers. Brothers (the closest definition to what I could tell, sibling-less yow) are people I could trust to keep my secrets, people to discuss my ideas with — people who aren’t afraid to be brutally honest if it was for my own benefit.
The way I see it, my mom was always right — in all those years thinking that I couldn’t live up to whatever the standard of the day was, my mom kept pushing me to be the person I could be. She wasn’t doing it for her, it was all for me. True friends are like that, I guess.
What’s your answer?
your mind will go pi. 