tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post6212272686957624898..comments2023-07-05T08:12:21.449-04:00Comments on Sushi and Pizza: What is a friend?Boquinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02365252326911270689noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post-47073053997434692672009-03-26T15:58:00.000-04:002009-03-26T15:58:00.000-04:00Thanks, Rachelle. I'm grateful for yours, too. You...Thanks, Rachelle. I'm grateful for yours, too. Your soup post got me thinking as well. :) Great point about the pressure of being all things to another person--interesting thought. <BR/><BR/>Jessica, that's so cool about Eleanor Rigby! Great minds . . . :) Yeah, you make sense. Comparing is generally dangerous territory. And your example is a good one. This topic really is one I think about oftenBoquinhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02365252326911270689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post-20700016978567955462009-03-25T23:55:00.000-04:002009-03-25T23:55:00.000-04:00Oh my goodness, Stacy. This is a very though-provo...Oh my goodness, Stacy. This is a very though-provoking post. I totally thought about "Eleanor Rigby" and then you quoted it! Funny thing is that I'm actually using that song tomorrow for a "Lyrics as Poetry" lesson. <BR/> "Eleanor Rigby...<BR/>Waits at the window,<BR/>wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door,<BR/>Who is it for?"<BR/><BR/>I think J Fohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01285867368011327839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post-53958576654165880782009-03-23T13:09:00.000-04:002009-03-23T13:09:00.000-04:00Stacy, what a great, thought-provoking post. And i...Stacy, what a great, thought-provoking post. And it's actually something I think about quite a bit myself,especially lately since the Facebook thing...(I'm trying to not let it get to the point of total suckage).<BR/><BR/>My whole life I usually have one or two friends who seem to know everything there is to know about me, who I confide in, and who I trust with my feelings.<BR/><BR/>I've also hadChellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09609853657737544251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post-54471777063050643052009-03-22T15:49:00.000-04:002009-03-22T15:49:00.000-04:00Kelly, what sweet and thoughtful things to say. Th...Kelly, what sweet and thoughtful things to say. Thank you. <BR/><BR/>Kristen, agreed. Cyberhugs are great, but human touch goes a long way.<BR/><BR/>Emily, surface friends vs. real friends--good way to put it. And as for the sisters thing, I so so so so so totally envy people with sisters. And whoever the friends, I think acceptance is HUGE.<BR/><BR/>Jill, feeling comfortable enough to be Boquinhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02365252326911270689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post-21068078781244271152009-03-19T23:52:00.000-04:002009-03-19T23:52:00.000-04:00Someone you ache for after they leave.Someone you ache for after they leave.karahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04779559034858408482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post-31019672898926349692009-03-19T21:47:00.000-04:002009-03-19T21:47:00.000-04:00For me, a definintion of a true friend is loyalty....For me, a definintion of a true friend is loyalty. Not puppy dog loyalty, but rather "with you no matter where you are in your life, even if we don't agree or even like each other at the moment" loyalty. These kind of friends are very rare. <BR/>I agree with you that there are several types of friendships and I think they all enrich our lives. They all have a time and a place. <BR/>I have a Jillohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06801861586720685842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post-57174884149306698312009-03-19T21:22:00.000-04:002009-03-19T21:22:00.000-04:00I honestly don't know. I feel like I have lots and...I honestly don't know. I feel like I have lots and lots of surface friends, but very few real friends. I know those feelings of loneliness, even when surrounded by good people who love me. My friend Lynette sent me something for my birthday this week. The fact that she remembered, and that it was something that was so ME, and that she lives in Singapore and it wasn't an easy thing to do...and sheEmilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11015713105597907545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post-48592919309577529492009-03-19T19:15:00.000-04:002009-03-19T19:15:00.000-04:00Those are some good observations, Stacy. Friendshi...Those are some good observations, Stacy. Friendship is undergoing a re-definition of sorts with the internet. Maybe for some people a big list of friends ("my list is bigger than your list") means something, but for me, there has to be a relationship that isn't just digital. You can never replace the face-to-face, cry on your shoulder, seen me at my worst and love me anyway frienships that take kristenhcubedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12183315082711325929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4847226686813011212.post-67556169999449252162009-03-19T19:04:00.000-04:002009-03-19T19:04:00.000-04:00Stacy, I think you make wonderful friend because y...Stacy, I think you make wonderful friend because you have integrity. <BR/>"The rain may be falling hard outside,<BR/>But your smile makes it all alright.<BR/>I'm so glad that you're my friend.<BR/>I know our friendship will never end." <BR/>-- Robert AlanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com