Calling your coworkers your “friends” is like saying your dog is “friends” with your cat. Putting two completely dissimilar beings in a room and forcing them to coexist does not a friendship make. That said, it is nice to know that if you die alone in your apartment, someone will notice within a day or three. Could that comforting feeling, that mutual, attentive care, be called friendship? I think so. God, I hope so.
One of the simple pleasures of going home for the holidays is running into that kid you were friends with in middle school and having him be like, “Hey, bro, how’s life?” Your friendship may have effectively ended ten years ago, but that doesn’t mean it never happened. See, you do have friends, just not, you know, right now.
It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, saying “I’d rather be home…
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