Real Friends are Priceless. Period.
I don’t care what anyone says but real friends will always check for you. No matter what.
And I check for my friends too. I hold them up like money to see which ones are real and which ones are fake. I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve spared myself so much pain and misery that way.
Real friends always check for you. And I’m not just saying you’ll get a text from them when they want something or when they need a ride somewhere—no. I’m talking about really caring about sustaining a “real” relationship, whatever real means.
Some friends are convenient friends. They are the type of people that you invite to a big dinner party because you need to fill the room. They are the type of people who are always down to party and you have a good time with…after a couple of drinks or too. They are the people that you giggle at when they spill that nasty gossip that you really don’t want to hear. You don’t tell ‘em nothin’ because you know they are the first ones who will go running their mouth as soon as they get gossip good enough to beat the primetime news. They are your “quarter” friends. You can enjoy their company half the time but don’t start getting deep with them. You use them cause they’re big enough to cover the costs of seeming lonely, but you know at the end of the day there really not worth that much to you.
Heads up. You win. But with them, you might sometimes lose.
Those “nickel” and “penny” friends? They ain’t worth ish. Those are the leeches that you will rob you of everything your worth. They are the type of friends that only come around when they need or want something. They ain’t checkin for you at any other time. You don’t know about their vacation to Costa Rica because you only hear about two months later after they rave about when they come back (no they don’t have the decency to let you know directly). And your five-cent and one-cent friends don’t give you a call because they can’t afford the time and effort it takes to be a true friend. They just only hit you up when they need you to be somewhere or when there other five-cent friends ditch them and they need someone reliable. I wouldn’t even call ‘em friends. Keep those people where they belong. In your back pocket. Next to the lint.
There’s no winning with them. You can’t lie—sometimes you need ‘em. But you see those pennies lying in the gutter. Often times you’re better off without ‘em.
They say the “dimes” the best. And they are. Your dimes are the smallest coins in your lot, but as we all know it’s worth more than we think. They help you beat the odds and make up for when your five-cent friends flake on you. It sounds cliché, but a dimes a dozen. Dime friends are tried and true and will stick with you to the end. They are real friends, people who are not there to sugarcoat and flatter you but the one’s that will tell you the truth, even when you fudge up. There the ones that never gets jealous of your success because they are always shinin’ too and know what it means to love someone unconditionally.
Flip them heads or tails. They stay on the winning team. Cuz’ they’ve always got your back.
I may treat my friends like money, but hey, it’s been worth it so far. But at the end of the day I know that my real friends are priceless—I could never put a value on ‘em. Period.