Real Friends Are There On Your Boring Days

Everyone claims your real friends will stick by you during your lowest points — but I have found that most people (even people I am only casually acquainted with) are nice enough to help me when I have reached rock bottom. Most people are willing to lend a hand when they realize I have been suffering.

But not many people are there for me on average days, on the days when I am doing fine overall, on the days when I am pretty lonely but otherwise okay. On those days, I feel like I am walking through the world alone. I feel like I don’t have any friends. I feel like no one actually cares about me.

I feel like your real friends aren’t necessarily the people who help you solve your issues. Your real friends are the ones who are there for you on your rough days, your exciting days, and the days in between.

They are the people who text you to ask how you did on a test you were worried about failing. The ones who call to talk when they have nothing much to say. The ones who invite you over, even though you are both going to sit on your laptops on separate corners of the couch.

Your real friends are the ones who are happy to spend time with you, even when you don’t have any exciting news to share or drama to drop on them. They are the ones who could sit in comfortable silence with you or could talk about the most nonsensical crap and make it entertaining.

Your real friends are the ones who remember to text you randomly throughout the week instead of waiting until they hear some horrible news about what has been going on in your world. They are the ones who check in on you, even when they think you are doing perfectly fine without them.

Your real friends do not pick and choose when to pay attention to you based on whether or not they think you need their support. They want to talk to you. All the time. As much as possible.

Sure, they have their own lives. They are allowed to get distracted with work and overwhelmed with other responsibilities. But they still make time to talk to you, even if they can’t make time to see you.

Your real friends are the ones who give a shit all the time, not once or twice per year when you experience a death in the family or a loss of a job. They are the ones who care enough to send a text. The ones who care enough to make plans when they get a day off. The ones who care enough to acknowledge your existence, even if it’s mainly through likes on Instagram selfies.

Your real friends will be there for you when you are excited, when you disappointed, and when you are feeling bleh. They will be there for you all the time, not only when you need them the most.