Why can't we be friends

Very recently I found out that a friend of mine lied to me about something. I gathered that she didn't want to hurt my feelings about it, so perhaps she just thought a little white lie wouldn't matter and spare my feelings. But after hearing the truth from another friend, it got me thinking about our friendship.

What does it say about your friendship that you're willing to tell one friend the truth and another friend a white lie, which last time I checked was a ... lie. Now I could certainly go to said friend and inquire the truth and seek some sort of reconciliation but it comes back to the fact that person is an untrustworthy friend.

I am sure that we all have different things that are deal breakers in our relationships. But what should be the qualities of a good friend? I continually try to share traits/qualities I believe are worthy with my teenage daughter. This is something that can be difficult at the moody ages of 14-15 years old.

She had a very good friend text her not that long ago that she didn't want to be friends anymore. The girl was upset with something my daughter did and just decided that instead of going to her and telling her the truth or the reason she was upset, that a text breaking up was a better solution. This didn't bode well at all with my daughter.

I think we're getting lazy in our relationships. Rather than speaking truth that can be painful we would rather tell a white lie or simply just abort the relationship.

So what I have concluded is that if the friendship is really worth it... try to save it. Make a best effort to go to that person for reconciliation. However, if the person isn't really someone what brings joy or makes you want to be a better person... don't. Don't try and sugar coat a relationship that perhaps just ins't meant to be.

Friends come and sadly sometimes go. Some are around for a paragraph in your life book and others might be around for many chapters.

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