Thought of an old friend tonight who I hadn’t considered in a while. A pair of neurons rubbed together and formed a new insight, and in that moment I understood a part of why I liked her and treasured our friendship: she didn’t carry on like she wanted to shred every man alive.
Sure, she reached for truth and would correct me if I was mistaken, no doubt, but she didn’t push against me every step of the way to make me feel wrong even if I was right in order to soothe her vanity or put me in my place. When she listened, she didn’t search my words for a weak spot to jab with poisoned barbs when I least expected. I could trust her. That’s what I miss most about our friendship. Everybody needs one of those friends.
I hope she’s doing well these days.