Do the perfect friends even exist?
Here’s a million questions with no answers:
Everybody’s got flaws. I mean, we’re not perfect, why should we be demanding perfection? Is it better to settle for an imperfect friend than no friend? Do we think this way because we’ve become conformists, or is it realists? How do we even deal with the concept of “good” friendships? When is a friend crossing the line? (I think I know the answer to that one.) Should they be allowed in our lives once they cross the line?
Here’s what I think: find the balance. (Deep, huh?) I really don’t know. I’m just another human being trying to go with the flow. Life can be so heavy.
PS – that’s a plane, not a whale. Ha!