A good shoulder
Every morning, my alarm wakes me up at 5:30. I shower, dress and check my computer for new email. I compose an email to my mom who is 1700 miles away. I tell her how happy I am and what my upcoming weekend plans consists. I awake my husband, walk the dog and feed the pets.
I put the keys in the ignition and stop at the local coffee shop for my morning java, I smile, and the barista asks, "Good Morning, how are you today?", I respond, "Good, thanks." It's formality. It's automatic.
Into work, the pleasant "Good mornings" as you pass desks and through offices. Small talk about the game or television show from the night before.
I think this is people's daily lives. There are a few people that americans confide in, but how many is enough? You wouldn't want to hear about just anyone's life story. There are a few close people, people you trust. People who relate to you and those opinions you count on. Your true close friends you confide in are those you trust. Those who you exchange ideas, dreams and at the worst of times will lend you a shoulder to cry on and an ear that is always open.
Would you rather dozens of aquaintenances or a few close friends? I select a few close friends.
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