rant1

Apr 23, 2008 - 11:08 AM PST

I'm not a poet. I don't ignite heated conversations. I'm not even a writer. But I am gonna release my thought for the day. There are hundreds of people that claim to know me, most of who's last name I don't even know. They even say they're my friend. I'm sorry, but it takes a little more than just knowing who someone is to consider yourself their friend. Now here's where I start to wonder about myself. They're not my friends. I can't remember even meeting some of them. But there is no doubt in my mind that I wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for any one of them. I'm not boasting that I'm a wonderful person. I'm not. I don't really understand why I would do that for anyone. Especially when they surely wouldn't hesitate to turn their head and say "I didn't hear a gun shot, did you?" while I lie on the floor with a hole in my belly. I only need one hand to count my true friends. Am I pitiful for having only a few friends or do I consider myself fortunate to have any?