Do We Pick Friends?

Have you ever thought about how you become friends with someone? There are people in the world who are just good friend material. Then there are the people who seem to be good friend material, but are not.

Let me explain. I have not had a lot of close friends in my life. That is because I have been very picky with whom I consider friends and let close to me. Five years ago I started a new job. With all new jobs there are new people you meet. In this set of people was a person with whom I KNEW I should not be around. He would be bad news for me.

I was able to avoid too much contact with him. No, I was not rude. I associated with the guy, but knew I did not want to spend too much time with him. However, 4 years ago this guy walked into my office area just to say hello.

I was so flattered that he was actually interested in me, I let the barriers down. BIG mistake on my part. It was a good relationship. We have lots of fun, laughs, and shared many things like good friends do. Along with this friendship several other good relationships sprouted.

But like all good things, there has to be a downer. I began to question his comittment to our friendhsip. I began to see a person I did not understand. I realized I was not his only "good" female friend. This hurt me very deeply. We shared so much...now I was seeing I was no one special.

Everyone likes to think they are the only one who shares ceertain special things with people. They want to feel they are truly extra special. However, I have come to realized he was not willing to be the kind of friend. Sharing these issues began the deterioration of our friendship quickly.

This guy who once shared things, his life outside work, his hopes, his dreams, and some of his sorrows seems to have decided I am not worthy of being his friend. This has been very hard to accept. I am not saying I did not contribute to the demise of this friendship, but I tried to fix it. Something has happened that he no longer wants to be good friends with me. I

In my opinion, it is his Game with only one set of rules! Life is too short to spend trying to beat a dead horse. Sometimes you go through several bats trying to bring it back to life. But if it is dead, it is dead.

I must move on. "Friends don't treat friends like this!"


BUT what are your thoughts? Do we pick our friends or do they pick us?