Friends

Got friends? I mean - Do you have friends? More or less the answer should contain at least one "yes". And then I ask you: From all these so called friends how many managed to be in every single possible way exactly how you imagined they'd be? Answer: None. Sooner or later they all show us something we do not need to know or don't think imaginable about this person, but yet, they do. And then what happens? Despair, regrets, debates, fear, laughter, break-ups? No?! Nothing?!
Why? - Maybe because sooner or later they all show us exactly the same thing. Maybe we already, somehow, know in our inner thoughts that this is to happen. Maybe. Or maybe our coward existence does not allow us to take action. Or maybe sometimes we think that actually we are not the "normal" ones in this society. And so we cannot issue requests of how others should behave towards us. Hm. Sad? Do we actually choose our friends or are they a results of our actions? And then we can ask again: Who is the normal one? Someone told me that normality is what people in general commonly accept. So, as everything that surrounds us, normality changes as we go by. Meaning that something accepted as normal yesterday, today can be totally the opposite. So then I ask you again: Do you have friends?