Thursday, November 15, 2007

Good Friend Gone Bad

Someone near and dear to my heart is dealing with a case of "good friend gone real bad" syndrome. You know the one: You have a fab "friend", during the sunny, fun times they are there for you but when shit hits the proverbial fan, there're nowhere to be found.

Ah yes, we've been through that kind of situation at some point in time. It makes us reconsider what traits truly makes a friend, what kind of people we want in our lives and we realise, that life is too short to surround ourselves with people not worthy of our time and attention.

We all need to weed our friend garden once in a while.

I've been blessed with amazing friends: friends i've had for a longtime, friends that at times know me better than myself (this can be annoying sometimes, lol), friends who are extremely supportive especially when i've messed up but who had let me know long before that i was on the road to messing up, friends that make me laugh until i snort, friends who pass me the kleenex when i'm sobbing my heart out, friends who have driven me to the doctor when i was incapable of doing so myself, friends who amaze me with their generosity of spirit, friends who challenge my ideals and thoughts, friends who encourage and inspire me to be the best that i can be and friends who would take a bullet for me.

To all these friends, i would like to say thank you and i love you all to bits :-)

A Snarl for Loose Friends

Many who say friend,
friend, clutch their balls like prayers
for fear something of themselves
may break loose and get away.

Many who mumble love,
love keep an eye fixed for the fire
ladder, the exit hatch and at the first,
sign of trouble do not hang around to chat.

Many who talk of community
called the real estate agent last night
and the papers are drawn up to sell their land
to a nuclear power plant that shows dirty movies.

Don't count your friends by their buttons
until you have seen them pushed a few times.

Marge Piercy

13 comments:

Lolo said...

I think you should have been a poet vim

Vimbai said...

Oh how i wish, so i could escape this Open Plan Office nightmare.

Sadly i can't take credit for that poem, it was written by Marge Piercy (her name is right at the bottom).

But if you want, i could write a poem for you...it would be like 3 lines long at the most tho, haahahaha.

Lolo said...

friends i've had for a longtime,
friends that at times know me better than myself (this can be annoying sometimes, lol),
friends who are extremely supportive especially when i've messed up but who had let me know long before that i was on the road to messing up ..............
you can do a poem from this

Anonymous said...

Thanks hon - more food for thought. The garden has been well and truly weeded!
W

Vimbai said...

Lolo - Just for you, i will put something together!

W - Good on ya! Nothing like a little weeding to give you peace of mind.

Anonymous said...

put it in shona...
maface anoshamula negap kana zvapresser... mabowora ngoma zvawo...havaite fresh !!!

Vimbai said...

"mabowora ngoma zvawo" - hahahaha, its been ages since i heard that phrase! Thanks for breaking it down so eloquently :-)

Anonymous said...

Em, ya its good to weed...i know that fo sho. Am also pleased that you didnt throw me out with the rest, hey Scratchy?

Vimbai said...

You are quite resilent, so i've stopped trying to get rid of you...and over time, i've actually got quite fond of you :-) Love you Itchy!!!

G-Mack said...

Yes i am resilient like poison Ivy, hence Scratchy....
but i never tried to weed you out darling......your weed adds character!

Vimbai said...

Now you are calling me a weed,the bruddy cheek!

Anonymous said...

Lolo, you might not be that far off. Rumour has it that Vim secret attends poetry readings in disguise and has even contributed a few proses herself....

Vim, you're sure that's not actually supposed to be 'maboora ngoma'??

Vimbai said...

'maboora ngoma' - haaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Just as well you kept that comment anonymous, tsk tsk.