Seriously? You want to know “Of the people who are close to you, who is the person most unlike you? What makes it possible for you to get along?”
Stares at WordPress trying to decide if it has some brain damage or not.
I sincerely hope that my friends are not like me. If they are, I am doing my life wrong. Diversity is the fuel of life. One wants different things and different people in their life to inspire them. Someone just like me is frankly boring and I don’t need a yes man validation. Can’t stand them.
I’m me for certain reasons. I am the sum of all my experiences. I am unique. Am I a special little snowflake? God NO. Never. I am one of the entire organism called the Universe. If I die tomorrow, it won’t miss me and life will go on. [Let’s cut the melodramatic shite okay? No one will miss you in 100 years. I hate to break your little heart but you aren’t that important. You will drop out of history. Can you name your ancestors 100 years ago? Most of you will say no.]
The question is if I consider you my friend. I’ve run into many who thought they were my friend but I wouldn’t term them the same. They are people I know. I do for them as I would for any man. My friends have a space in my life that I don’t allow many into see. They are allowed to see the real me. We talk of things that no one else has the right to know about. There is a degree of trust that I don’t offer to anyone and no one except one gets my full trust. He is the Thousandth Man.
by Rudyard Kipling
ONE man in a thousand, Solomon says.
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it’s worth while seeking him half your days
If you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you,
But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.
‘Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for ‘ee.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of ’em go
By your looks, or your acts, or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him,
The rest of the world don’t matter;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim
With you in any water.
You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings,
And laugh and meet in your daily walk
As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of ’em call
For silver and gold in their dealings;
But the Thousandth Man he’s worth ’em all
Because you can show him your feelings.
His wrong’s your wrong, and his right’s your right,
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men’s sight
With that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can’t bide
The shame or mocking or laughter,
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side
To the gallows-foot – and after!
There is nothing in there about being alike. How shallow that seems.
What makes me get along with my friends? I accept them as they are. That simple. I expect the same. They deserve that. So do I. If they can’t? Then they aren’t my friend. If I can’t? Then I need to let them be and move on.
From the Daily Post Question