The Mark of a Good Friend
When I was a little girl, I dated Grackle.
After one of our early dates, I discovered that I’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 didn’t want to mention it and risk humiliating me. Ever the consummate gentleman.
I assured him that I’d rather be slightly embarrassed by a pal than remain ignorant and look like an ABSOLUTE IDIOT TO THE WHOLE WORLD.
”A Good Friend” we agreed, “Will tell you these things,” 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 didn’t realize you needed.
A True Friend isn’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 don’t let you walk around with smeared makeup, excessive nose hair (unless that’s your signature look), or a “Kick Me” sign on your back. They don’t let you continuously mispronounce common words.
Don’t get me wrong, having these friends can still be plenty embarrassing; every time Grackle says, “So, I have to be a Good Friend and tell you—” my eyes widen, my heart stops, my breath catches. “Please, please, please let this be something small,” I pray, “TELL me I didn’t spend all day with my skirt tucked into my underwear.”
But this is what friends are for; to protect us from our endlessly mortifying selves.
Good Friends, I salute you.
(And… um… you might want to check your zipper. Thought I’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?