A friend is someone who drives you into crazyland. A friend is someone who wouldn’t tell you the sensible reason when you’re vigorously complaining about your Mom. A friend is someone who would call you as often as you call them, and would get worried if you abruptly stop your usual contact with them. A friend is someone who would ask you if you’re feeling alright when they know it’s the right time to ask. A friend is not just a listener. A friend is someone who listens and debates, suggests, reminds, evaluate and investigate with you. If your friend makes you do something alone, think again what they’re worth. There are just too many people on earth that you can be friends with. Don’t limit your connection. Don’t do typical relationships. Befriend the young boy who plays infront of your building. Ask for stories from the old lady who sells you vegetables. Have conversations with the red-head man you see on the subway. Do puzzles with your nerdy high school student. There are too many possible relationships I can think of, and so can you. Why do we always have to only include the people we’re supposed to include in our lives? Why can’t we spread love to people who have different lifestyles, and come from distant backgrounds?