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edit: oh FRIENDship, uhhhhh maybe 20
One I call Chef. He's not working as a chef any more, but that's his name to me.
After second friendship of two years ended with some mighty fine backstabbing as well I really had enough of friends.
Well maybe I was just lousy friend.
I'll say that I've kept "friends" longer than a couple of years, but those are the people that I talk to once in a blue moon.
Sort-of, things come and go. Maybe that's what friendship really is.
I'm insular, and life puts up a lot of obstacles sometimes. The last thing I would want is for my feelings to be a burden on someone, or to corner them into lashing out, so I try to walk away.
Doesn't always work.