I had a nice long walk with a friend this morning, and we talked about personal, private stuff that we felt like whining about. We trust each other enough to appear less than noble to each other. We're human, and that means getting frustrated and our feelings occasionally being trampled on and disappointments happening. We can gripe about stuff and know it's just letting off steam. It keeps us behaving well with the people who raise our hackles. To me it's healthy. My friend doesn't think less of me, she feels relieved that less than noble thoughts occur to others besides herself. It's essential to have a little "saying the wrong thing" time. So that to the people with whom we are exasperated we can be steady and calm, and not impulsive.
I treasure my friends for this reason as much as for what we do together and advice we sometimes give each other. A well rounded friend can see you without the makeup and party face on. The blemishes are there, and it's not a pretty picture, but it's a true picture of your friend. She's like you, and how comforting is that1
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