the indie lumberjack.

Friend: a person you know well and regard with affection and trust. (Thank you dictionary.com)

So based on this definition, you would assume that a friend would probably care about you when you are, say, having a terrible day, feeling incredibly sick, failing several classes or any combination of the three. Well guess what America, Dictionary.com is a raving pack of lunatics filling your minds with fake definitions for a word that lost it’s meaning about a decade ago.

Nowadays, everyone is your friend. People you just met, FRIENDS. People you don’t really like that much, AH HELL , let’s call them FRIENDS too. And especially the people who SAY they care about you, let’s lump them in to the FRIENDS category too. You know what, let’s just toss terrorists in to the mix too! I’m sure Osama Bin Laden can be our FRIEND too! Especially on MySpace. That dude’s profile is awesome, he’s definitely in my Top 8.

I prefer to count a friend as someone who is always there for me, someone who is always willing to listen when I’m having a bad day, someone who doesn’t judge me and someone who I don’t judge. As of now, it doesn’t really look like I have a damn friend in the world, so forgive me if I have an “attitude” when I expect some sort of compassion from you.

I’m not playing the victim here, but I’ve lost more friends than I have fingers over the past few months and I have all my digits. So when I try to attach myself to someone who I think might be there for me, guess what, they prove me right that people are inherently selfish. Maybe they failed to realize that today may have been the anniversary of a loss, or that I’m really sick…or you know, maybe it’s both.

But it’s fine. I’ll end up forgiving you because that’s the kind of person I am. I’m softer than gold with a heart that’s turning in to stone. But it’s better that way…It’s safer that way.

Anyway America, stop treating everyone you meet like you’re now FRIENDS. From what I can see, FRIENDS don’t exist.

Prove me wrong.