Good Friend is not the same as – Special Friend. And this is that one, which is most often missing from our life. The one with whom we can be as much ourselves, as we are with ourselves. The one, who knows our best and our worst. The one who accepts us just as we accept ourselves. Who would not be gentle when pointing to the mistakes we make and who would not be cruel when lying to please.
I wonder how many of us do have that Special Friend for real? And I wonder why, even having lots of very good friends, we still not set with satisfaction and we keep searching?
I am not talking about love here. Well, in a sense, it is – love, isn’t? Not to be in love, but - to trust one’s soul in someone. To share not just somethings, but to share yourself, whoever you happened to be. In a way – I am talking about – trust.
I’ve been thinking on lately: isn’t it strange that it is generally easier to build that kind of trust between men and women then between same genders? Could this be coz of mutual interest in each other is higher? Coz in effect we are – explorers of unknown and the unknown lies where we can’t reach. In order to understand what man thinks, you’ve got to be a man. And same – for female. Could we be so opinionated that we know everything about our own species and therefore we are not interested in us any more?
Is it really a question of trust when talking friendship between men and women or is it – mere inquisitiveness and concealed yearning for flirting? How much of our “frank confessions” would be without ulterior motive? Even if we are pretty certain ourselves: it isn’t so.
I wonder now, if there is such thing, as men&women friendship?
And getting back to the initial question: I wonder if we really need to have that Special Friend at all or is it better just to keep our deepest secrets safe within? In the end of a day who can be more Special to you, as not yourself?
[And who can love you more then you love yourself, really? Lol…;-)]