Friends

I once read a quote somewhere that says good friends are people with whom you can sit together for hours without saying a word, and then leave feeling like you’ve had the best conversation.

That sort of friendship nirvana is something I’ve yet to attain, but the closest I can imagine would be like today. Spend a day with friends, one of whom I’ve not seen for months yet feeling like we’ve just met up yesterday. Talk about everything under the sun – work, life, current affairs, random anecdotes and crazy plans. Then leave not remembering the content of the conversations, bringing back merely a sense of satisfaction for a day well spent.

Watching Sex and the City could have triggered all these warm fuzzy feelings of friendship too.

Underneath all the elaborate designer dresses, 4-inch heels, bimbotic comments and bitchy complaints is a friendship that entails standing up for each other (even if it means throwing a cliched line at the lousy boyfriend), going all out of the way on a cold winter night just so that a friend doesn’t spend New Year’s eve alone and telling a friend straight out in the face how badly she has screwed up.