Friendship, what does it mean to you? Does it mean sharing clothes? Sharing stories? Sharing past events? What do you gain from it? What do you offer from it? What does it want/ need/ request from you? Well I realised what it truly meant to me this weekend. My plans were set, my weekend was cast in stone, the carpets which I desired so much were booked in for Friday (not Thursday as promised) my Saturday was ring fenced for activities around motorbikes and cleaning and shit. But when it came down to it, I dropped everything, cancelled the lot because me best mate was poorly.
We’ve known each other for far too many years to count, we’ve been through thick and thin together, we’ve laughed, cried, fallen out, been around when things were good but ive never hung around (no names no pack drills) when things didn’t go the way of Adam! But we live and learn don’t we. I’ve never expected anything of my friends, friendship to me means whatever is needed at the time. (Not like a Batman antihero) but like a reliable pair of gloves, friendship should be around when required!
So as it is, I find myself miles from home, in a hospital with me mate. There was never a question I wouldn’t be here. If it was a fight club or a foreign land, it would be the same! When a person is worth a thousand important things in ones life, then you know you got friendship. I’m not the most reliable person in the world, I get distracted easily (ooh look, kittens in a wheelbarrow) but if a friend is required (as long as you haven’t tried to stab me) I’m there.