i have been thinking about friendship. it seems to me, that there are levels of friendship. like a fool, i gave a much higher level [in terms of my regard] to someone who has proven not to be what i thought they might be [expectations are dumb]. bugger. as it turns out, lots of promises, no delivery. the most frustrating part is, i know this about "my friend" but i continually place what i know to the side and hope that i was wrong. i wonder how many times i will face the disappointment knowingly? make no mistake, it is knowingly. our true friends can be numbered on one hand. they deliver when they say they will. they truly give a damn. they don't demand, they give. i am in the wrong place.