Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Good Friend

"I think I've been a pretty good friend," he said.

I think your opinion of yourself doesn't really matter when you're judging what a good friend you have or haven't been. Seems to me in this situation, that what matters is the opinion of those you think you've been a friend to. And if your friends are telling you that you haven't been a good friend, that trumps your opinion of yourself.

Let's play Cops & Robbers

It all started out innocently enough.

  • He told me he had lived in Austin, Texas.
  • I told him that my dad was born there.
  • I told him my grandparents lived in Kerrville, Texas for decades.
  • He told me that his father and his father's father and his father's father's father lived in Kerrville.
  • He told me there's a street there named after his family.
  • I told him my father's father's father's father lived in Austin, and there was a street there named after my family.
  • He told me his family were mainly Texas Rangers back in the 1800's.
  • I told him my family consisted mainly of gunslingers hunted by Texas Rangers.
  • He told me that wore a pistol in the waistband of his scrubs as he searched for survivors of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans.
  • I told him I have a pair of furry leopard spotted handcuffs.