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When we are young, first forming friendships, we tend to ‘end up‘ with people who are the closest in proximity to us. Though not necessarily likeminded. Or even likeable. Neighbor kids. Classmates. Teammates. Even family members. That’s who we spend our time with. Like an unwritten rule. Geography defines it. That is your friend now. Looking back…how often was it that those were people who were good for you? How often were they people that were good to you?
My father, in all his capacity as an understanding male role model, would tell me, “you don’t need to cry about everything”. And the still much loved, “you’re too sensitive.” And I remember the very first time he said both to me. When I was ten, I went to my first birthday party overnight. The four other boys decided together to lock me out of the basement room where…
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