Whodini was the SHIZNIT! (If you recognize that statement and the title of this post, you are within my age bracket. Google it, young’uns!)
Anyway, today’s post is about friends.
No, I’m not talking about “Facebook friends,” but real friends, like the kind Whodini and Jody Watley sang about.
My Gran’ma told me that throughout the course of our lifetime, we really only make two or three REAL friends. True, you may MEET a LOT of people you call friends, but circumstances sometimes make people fall in and out of touch (especially in the military.)
Moving, new job, kids, etc … many things that change your priorities can also affect your relationship with friends. But, the people that are with you for LIFE, those are REAL friends.
Muna has never had a problem making friends. Everywhere she goes, she fits right in. (Although, I sometimes tell her that her beauty certainly doesn’t hurt the process. Ugly people like me have to WORK at it!)
Me, on the other hand, I’ve only had a handful (just like my Gran’ma predicted.)
It’s true that in the military, we make lifelong friends. But this military friendship is a different type of friendship than the person you went to high school with decades ago and still keep in touch with today. (Speaking of my real friends, check out wydeopencell.blogspot.com if you ever want to read a unique perspective about the prison experience.)
I’m always amazed at the quality of friends Muna makes … like Zihama and Zuzo (in the picture above.) When we were in Germany, these sisters (actual sisters, not just Black women,) treated us like family. We had a great time together while we were there, and now that they’ve moved to Canada (closer to the US,) we can’t wait to join up with them again.
Muna will get her chance before I will. She’s going to see them with Taj soon.
Muna is my wife, and so, by definition, she is my best friend. I still have my long-time friends (like Jon M., Karl C. and Chris “Diesel,”) but seeing Muna travel to meet Zihama and Zuzo makes me wonder about what opportunities for friendship I’m missing while here in the ‘stan. It also makes me regret not taking advantage of opportunities to make more friends before now.
If you’re not incarcerated, immobile, or otherwise removed from society (i.e., deployed to the ‘stan,) you have no excuse … take every opportunity you can to make friends that could possibly be with you for life.