I always question things trying to understand why. I have found out that if you understand why you obtain a complete understanding especially, when it comes to school material. Recently I have been burdened with the question of what a real friend is.
What constitutes as a friend anyways? Through questioning people I received different opinions from my own. For me a friend is someone who calls you, asking you if you want to do something a.k.a. hang out. A friend is not someone you talk to at work or school. That to me is a co-worker or classmate. If our conversation never partakes anywhere else besides the work place or school campus, even if we get along, you are not my “friend.” For some people a friend is someone you get along with, with no regard to what setting you two are in.
Perhaps my definition of “friend” is unbending but the harshness of the reality of my social life has made my definition rather stiff. This “friend” ordeal is nothing new for me but I feel like it’s a plague associated with my geographic location. From what I can tell through the conversations I have had with people and the facial expressions people shoot me I am going to assume that I am a likable person. Just not outside the jurisdiction of the work place or school campus. Though, I know a good number of people I would say I don’t have any friends.
Through my dilemma it has shed light on peer pressure. I now understand why some people, mainly teenagers, do things they normally wouldn’t do on their own but would do with the “right” people around them such as drugs or alcohol. They want to have a group of friends. They want to belong somewhere, to have the feeling of companionship.
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