Friends?

I had a much needed fun weekend —

Thursday — my first time @ ‘bars’ if you could call it that, because I am not 21 so obviously I could not drink anything, just hung around with everyone, not that I really needed anything after Clay & hot chocolate, haha.  Then, chilled with Ellen until Mary ‘snuck’ away to meet us at the Rotunda.

Friday — went to sleep really early.

Saturday — Bid Night, enough said (;

Sunday — JMU and saw Sam, Katelynn, & Tim; & of course Superbowl.

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But now I am randomly thinking.  How many people that I consider my ‘friends’ actually know that much about me?  I can probably count the number of people on one hand that I could tell a lot about myself, and be myself around.  I could divide that number in half and tell you how many people know what I’ve been going through.  What do people consider a ‘friend’.  Or better put - a ‘true friend’ (no matter how cliche that is).

And then I wonder, how many people consider me their ‘friend’?  How many people would think about including me when they go out to bars, or even on a large cruise where they try to include everyone?  How many people would tag me on their facebook notes?

Though, truly it comes down to quality and not quantity, when you look in retrospective how many people you could count on in one moment in time, it’s nice for the self-esteem to know there was more than 1 or 2.

In other news, I am considering sending poetry in to a magazine.