The Mark of a Good Friend
When I was a little girl, I dated Grackle.
After one of our early dates, I discovered that Iâ€™d had [highly visible] food stuck in my teeth for HOURS. I was horrified. When cornered, Grackle admitted he had noticed the offending particles, but didnâ€™t want to mention it and risk humiliating me.Â Ever the consummate gentleman.
I assured him that Iâ€™d rather be slightly embarrassed by a pal than remain ignorant and look like an ABSOLUTE IDIOT TO THE WHOLE WORLD.
â€A Good Friendâ€ we agreed, â€œWill tell you these things,â€ and so I maintain.
(What might these ladies be saying? Image via Wikimedia Commons)
A Good Friend will tell you that your jeans are unzipped or have a huge gaping hole in the back.
A Friend will slip you a breath mint when necessary, will calmly remove the spider from your neck, hand you the tissue you didnâ€™t realize you needed.
A True Friend isnâ€™t too shy to tuck in the errant tag on the back of your shirt, to remove fallen debris from your hair, to politely point out that you forgot a button or missed a belt loop.
Good Friends donâ€™t let you walk around with smeared makeup, excessive nose hair (unless that’s your signature look), or a â€œKick Meâ€ sign on your back. They don’t let you continuously mispronounce common words.
Donâ€™t get me wrong, having these friends can still be plenty embarrassing; every time Grackle says, â€œSo, I have to be a Good Friend and tell youâ€”â€ my eyes widen, my heart stops, my breath catches. â€œPlease, please, please let this be something small,â€ I pray, â€œTELL me I didnâ€™t spend all day with my skirt tucked into my underwear.â€
But this is what friends are for; to protect us from our endlessly mortifying selves.
Good Friends, I salute you.
(Andâ€¦ umâ€¦ you might want to check your zipper. Thought Iâ€™d mention it.)
(A post from my previous, now defunct blog, written September 28, 2007)
This post was written on Sept. 28, 2007. Back then, I was perhaps less aware of the things we might prefer NOT to be told. If your partner were cheating, would you want a friend to fill you in? If your very personality is closing doors, should a good friend explain your faults to you? If you have dangerous habits or addictions— does a good friend tell you off, or trust your judgment?
What do you ALWAYS want to be told? What do you NEVER, EVER want to hear?