I’m not pretentious, snobby, mean, bossy or hurtful.
I’m pretty darn nice, actually.
Not to sound conceited but if ever asked to describe my idea of a good friend, I think a description of myself is what I would generate.
Let me explain …
I take everything that I find frustrating and annoying about people, my pet peeves, and I go out of my way to make sure I’m not like that with the people that mean a lot to me.
I’m a very good listener. If someone is talking to me, I make sure to actively listen to them. I dislike it when people pretend to listen to you while in conversation but are really looking elsewhere or are evesdropping on a nearby conversation. I always make sure to stay focussed on the person talking. I nod and keep eye contact so that they know I really care about what their sharing.
I’m supportive of my friends, even when I don’t agree with a friend’s choice or decision. I listen to them, kindly offer up my take on the situation and then step back. Ultimately, it’s not my place to judge a person or tell them what they should or should not do. I’m good at respecting people’s thoughts, ideas and choices.
I’m forgiving of my friends. I’ve had friends disappoint me in the past whether it was not being there for me when I needed them or being mistreated by them. I believe I’m pretty tolerant and patient with people. I may not always forget when I’ve been hurt and by whom but I’m capable of forgiving them and moving on without damaging the friendship.
I care a lot about my friends. If they’re hurting, I feel for them. I worry about them just as much as I do members of my own family. A few of my friends I consider to be like sisters.
I very rarely, with the exception of one, give up on my friends. I’ve had a friend not speak to me for a year for a reason way beyond my control. Given the special situation, I chose to be patient with her in hopes that one day she would come around. As much as I knew how difficult the situation was for the friend, it was also hard for me to deal with my emotions during that particular part of my life. I’m thankful I didn’t give up on her because, to this day, we are again good friends. It’s as if nothing ever happened.
I’m so ridiculously sure I’m a good friend that if ever I find out that someone doesn’t like me <for whatever reason they give>, I have a really hard time accepting the fact and will often go out of my way to be even nicer to that person. When you’re always nice to people, it’s really hard to understand why someone would dislike you.
Treat others how you would like others to treat you.