Friends
Friends are there for you through the thick and thin. Why is it that new people are nicer and care more than those who you’ve known for years? Could it be that as time passes people care exponentially less, or that new people are just fake to the core?
One thing is for sure. When someone repeatedly hurts you, publicly and privately, and maintains that position for weeks, he can no longer be considered a friend.
Third Eye Blind said it best:
“I’m only pretty sure that I can’t take anymore,
Before you take a swing, I wonder what are we fighting for,
When I say out loud, I want to get out of this, I wonder,
Is there anything I’m going to miss, I wonder
How’s it going to be, When you don’t know me,
How’s it going to be, When you’re sure I’m not there,
How’s it going to be, When there is no one there to talk to,
Between you and me, ‘Cause I don’t care,
How’s it going to be,
How’s it going to be”
I must disagree. I don’t think there is a single concept or idea on this planet that has ever been said best by Third Eye fucking Blind.