Rough

I am a rough friend.

I usually take the kid gloves off when dealing with my friends and they get the tough end of the stick. Unfortunately this means that I hurt and offend a few friends and have probably lost a few due to misunderstandings and impatience.

But don't the best friendships all develop when you can be your honest self and say what you want to say? When you don't have to treat the other person like some delicate china up on the shelf gathering dust?

I don't mean we should go around without any sort of discipline and just say what we want. But when something needs to be said, it needs to be said.

I would hope that people trust me and my intuition, my heart. I would hope they know that I wouldn't say something just to hurt them just for the sake of it. If only they would see past the words and choose instead to see the motive and the meaning behind the words. Even if the words are clumsy and faltering.

I would much rather have honest and raw, messy relationships than tidy, boxy, clinical ones.

So if you're one of my friends and you are looking for a shoulder to cry on. I will try to be that friend. If you are in the middle of a messy situation, I will be there to help you out. If you need a bed, or advice, or a gun, I can be your girl.

But I will always be honest. I will say my piece. And then you will say yours. We'll talk, we'll learn a little more about each other, and ourselves. And then we'll move on.

We'll be closer. We'll learn how the other works, thinks, makes decisions.

That's my kind of friendship.