Acquaintance?

It’s funny how someone can know you for such a long time and really know nothing about you. You still call them a friend.

They know nothing about the music you like. They don’t know your favorite song. They think they do, but they don’t.
They know nothing about the type of books you like to read or that you even like to read.
They don’t know what makes you sad. What made you sad 15 years ago, no longer does.
They still think you are the person you were when you were 15 but the truth is, they’re still that same person.
You’ve been there more for them than they ever have for you. Yet you’re the one that’s always pushed to the side, for you’re a bad friend.
They have no idea what your birthday means to you. To them it’s just another day to you it’s a day when people show their love for you just by remembering.
They have no idea how the look in your eye changes when you’re sad. You do. You’ve seen the sad look in their eye when they’re pretending to be happy. You see it all the time.
They call or e-mail you all the time to talk about themselves for hours and then throw out a how have you been before you hang up.
You’ve been passionate about something your whole life and they have no idea. To them it’s some new phase you’re going thru.
They have no idea that when they tell you sad things that go on in their lives, you cry.
They have no idea that when you tell them sad things go in your life, they forget and ask you the same question every time they call you. Or they’re too busy watching tv, reading e-mail, or listening to someone else to listen to you.
You’re sad, you call to talk, you start the conversation it’s interrupted, no phone call back. They can’t hear the sadness in your voice because they’re too busy. You can always hear it in theirs.


My mom has always told me that in life there are very few friends and lots of acquaintances. How right she is. I have a lot of people in my life that I adore. It’s not reciprocated. At least I know I’m a good person with a good heart who will always jump thru hoops for acquaintances.

My friends are those who:

Show up on my doorstep because they heard sadness in my voice.
Actually pick up the phone and call me on my birthday or sends me a card.
Have gone to my family functions without me having to ask.
Asks me about personal things. Shows interest or even curiosity.
Buy me gifts based on conversations that we’ve had. Personal. (this isn’t meant to sound materialistic but there’s a lot to be said for personal gifts).
Take the time to get to know my husband before judging him based on his citizenship status or his brown skin.
Love my husband just as much as they love me.
Know when they’ve hurt my feelings and will want to talk about it.
Let me apologize for when I’ve hurt their feelings.
I love unconditionally and without judgment.
Come over and don’t ask who else is coming over because they’re coming to see me.
Laugh at my dad’s jokes even when they’re not funny or you can’t understand his broken English.
Don't deliberately lie to me.
Don't compete with me.
Don't pretend their life is perfect when it's not.
Will let me lay my head on their lap when I cry and play with my hair.
Have keys to my home and I to theirs.
Cries with me.
Laughs with me not at me.
Can tell me anything regardless of what it is and what my reaction might be.
Never doubts me.
Touches my boobies and smacks my ass.
Love my family.
Don't try to impress me with material belongings or status.
Listen to me rather than just hear what I'm saying.
I love their family and would do anything for them just as I would you.
Try to understand my culture
Can tell me when I've offended them rather than gossip about it.
Can be honest with me rather than talk behind my back.
Will not gossip about me or the goings on in my life.
Love to drinky with me.
I can be myself around without judgment.
Know that all I need is a little love and attention.
Know I'm not high maintenance.
Know when I want to be alone and vice versa.
Encourage me to follow my dreams.
Call me princess.
Rub my feet.

My friends are those who respect me, love me and are honest with me. I only hope that I’m a good friend to you.

I hope you know who you are. I love you.

To my Roses, Dorothies, Blanches and Sofias

Thank you for being a friend
Travel down the road and back again
your heart is true, your a pal and a confidant
And if you threw a party,
Invited everyone you knew,
You would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say,
Thank you for being a friend.