I like to think I know a thing or two about friends. But lately, my confidence is waning.
John is my friend. But I'm not sure yet if I'm his friend.
Maybe it's because I follow him around everywhere. When is being a "friend" consider being a "stalker?"
Or perhaps it's because I called him out on his bad breath. I offered him some floss.
Or maybe it's the several hugs I gave him in order to apologize. I guess that could be stalkerish.
And then, I did offer to watch Veggie Tales with him. But then, maybe we're just not into the same things. I like Veggie Tales. Maybe he's more of a Wiggles guy.
Or perhaps he's just intimidated by the fact my big brother was always around watching us. He is intimidating. Leapster game and all.
Or maybe it's because I stare at him, a lot. Some people find that weird.
Or it could be that face I made in his direction. By no means was it directed toward him. Sometimes I just make weird faces. It's part of being a baby and discovering myself.
Bottom line, I try. I try to be a good friend. But, well, I'm getting the message I need to turn it down a notch. Maybe that's what'll take to have a good friend.