Friends. Can’t live with em’, can’t live without them. Some fun, some boring, some weak, some cajoling. Friends are the variety of foods in a vending machine; some good for you, some purely terrible. And in my case, I sure picked a bad apple. So, if you’re thinking you might have a bad infection, then take a read for a few pointers people.
According to the online Wikipedia site, the definition of friend is this ‘A person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection’. But if you ask me, dear old Wiki got it hella’ wrong this time. It should be a bond of mutual affliction. That is what the role of friend is. To endure the troubles of the other with them, support them, be there for them. The frenemy of mine does none of the latter, instead, acts as a sponge, draining the love from our relationship.. along with my wallet. Watch out for the frenemy, because on the outside, they seem ideal. Cool, fun… until you realise they will never have your best interests at heart. Instead, their self centred lives will leave you reeling; and eventually, seething.
I’m sick of being blown off, or discarded for something else. Clue number one for a frenemy, if they’re putting other plans before you constantly. And not major willsmithsavetheworld plans, but something minor, like a trip to P.C world. If leopard print laptop covers come before you, get the hell outta’ there. You deserve better, and should find a real friend.
Tip number two for a frenemy alert. THEY COMPETE WITH YOU.
You’ll find yourself constantly battling against the ever raising bars of your friendship. It could be anything.. it could turn into everything. Best clothes, cutest boys, (stealing boys) sports, jobs, money… car washing?! The frenemy stops at nothing to come first. Well listen up. YOU come first, not a superficial victory. I remember buying a spanking new TopShop dress for a gig that I won tickets for. Her being my bestie, she got the other ticket over the guy I liked. Instead of thanks, she complained I took the dress she wanted, so instead, she took the guy. I repeat… a frenemy is just an enemy wrapped in fake warm fuzzies. (legally blonde fans will catch the drift)
So, in conclusion, a frenemy just can’t be trusted. EVER. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter how cool they make you look, or how socially high they are, or.. anything! Friends are true hearted people that you can trust. and trust is everything. One thing’s for sure, next time i take a trip to the vending machine of friends… I’m gonna’ be reading all the labels.
