If you take away the beer, coffee, bars,
vacations, women problems, travelling, and embarrassing group pics together,
“friendship” really comes down to one thing: good conversations.
Is it important to me? Of course it is. But
as I get older I also realize that friends come and go for whatever reasons
(though marriage KONON is the main culprit). It doesn’t mean the friendship had
any less value, it just means that -instead of captioning your wisuda pics with
“FRIENDS FOREVER!”- you should accept the temporary nature of friends
(and relationships in general) for what it is.
Time is no indicator. Perhaps some of your
childhood friends were more a matter of circumstance, and the close buddies
you’ve only known for 5 years are the ones you consciously chose.
But let me tell you this: the older you get, friends become harder to come by.
By the time you hit 30, most of your buddies will be married. So kiss those after-work beers goodbye. You think you can casually swing by your buddies’ apartment? Welcome to the phrase “sorry, lagi ada bini gw”. How about a movie? “Duh bini gw mau nonton jg”. Those 40 km sunday morning bike rides you do with them? “Sorry, bro… hari minggu waktu keluarga…” Travelling and roadtrip? Dude. Your buddy has 2 weeks of cuti a year. If you think he’s gonna spend it with *you*, you are sorely deluded.
I’d be a rich man if I got a gopek for
every “Gw kalo udah married tetep gaul! Tetep punya kehidupan
sendiri!” I’ve heard. I just kinda pull out my invisible Stradivarius and
play a Paganini concerto.
And if you think that’s bad… wait til
they have kids. Fuhgeddaboudit.
But guess what, if I was in their position and circumstance, I would do *exactly* the same thing. That’s what real men, do. They put their family first. And friends who are worth their manliness will always stand by you, and be supportive of it.
Well, here are words of consolation:
Women keep their friendship alive by curhat, going for coffee, updating on the current dates, maybe over a cosmopolitan or two, lending some good books, recommending movies, or maybe throw a birthday party.
But us guys? Among the Brotherhood of Men, we keep friendship alive by occasionally exchanging pics of hot women.
And when you send it with *his* taste in mind, that’s a bond stronger than blood, man. A bond stronger than blood.
*please excuse me, I’m getting choked up already*