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Today I figured something out. You know, friends aren’t the same. I mean, each one of them can give you a different piece of advice, take it or leave it, your choice. But the main distinction can be easily observed when two of your good amities are like chalk and cheese when it comes to age. I like, besides the individuals from my sphere, to see some grown-ups as my friends and do my best for them to perceive me the same. Sometimes, for them a “deja-vu” makes its presence clear due to the fact that what you disclose is a mere episode which long ago took place in their life. And they try so much to help…
Still, not taking into consideration the age, we confide in our friends differently (from my point of view) on account of their involvement in the story divulged. I ain’t implying that I do not trust them to give a good piece of advice, but occasionally an objective point of view is better than a subjective one. Am I right or am I right? Friday, 12 January 2007 23:54:58
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