"Yes, I have friends!" I answered.
I started listing the people who popped into my mind whom I consider friends.
"Oh. Who else?"
"Um..." I continued to list more people.
I had run out of friends by this point.
Then I began over-analyzing this conversation, as I tend to do with so many things. DO I have any friends? Does anyone consider ME their friend? Am I not working hard enough at having friends?
I answered myself that I'm just too busy with life to really have friends. Of course, I consider Hubby my real best friend. But who is next on the list? I really like my sister-in-law. She has two kids and is as busy as I am. We don't hang out. We talk, for 5 minute spurts every few days. We see each other regularly, but I'm usually more excited to see the kids. I have my running buddy that I see a couple times a week. She's single and 10 years younger than I am, so we don't hang out other than to run. I have my lifelong best friend, but being a mom occupies most of her time also. There's several more here and there, but they all have reasons to not hang out too.
What is a friend? Is it someone you have to spend time with? If so, no...I don't have any friends. Is it someone you can not hear from for a month or two, then pick up right in the middle of a conversation without skipping a beat? If so, yes...I have dozens of friends. Is it people you're connected to on Facebook? (Ha!) If so, I have 467. :)
At this point in my life, I think I'm just content to have the second kind of friend. Those select few people that I can text on occasion or have lunch with once a year. They're the ones who have been around the longest and the ones who will probably stick around forever.
Then again, maybe I should host a party (something I haven't done in ages) and really have fun with some friends.
Let me leave you with one question-- Do you have any friends?