LIFE: Cherish Your Waffle Cones

I love ice cream as I’m sure you do. I think it should have its own food group. I’ve never seen a person run after a milk, meat, or fish truck. Yet, I have seen people from all backgrounds run after the ice cream truck with little concern for on coming traffic. Very few items of food have their own jingle. At the moment, ice cream and bologna are the only two that come to mind. The one item that can consistently take your ice cream experience into a completely different stratosphere is a waffle cone. The traditional cone works just fine. However, the waffle cone is treat within itself. It makes the ice cream experience even that more memorable.

People come in different flavors just like ice cream. I always had a clear understanding of who were my friends as opposed to who were my associates. I’ve always felt that friendship is a two way street. You can’t expect a friend to do something that you yourself wouldn’t do. Most importantly everyone isn’t a waffle cone. Meaning, some people are good folks that you appreciate from a far. While others have a magical connection with you that allows them to get to get to know your deepest thoughts, fears, emotions, dreams, and ambitions. These folks are waffle cones, filled with your favorite ice cream, and topped with your favorite fixings.

Some people say that I expect to much from my friends. I counter by asking: Shouldn’t you? If you are opening yourself up to someone and exposing your raw emotions, shouldn’t he or she be held to a higher standard that the security guard that you share a pleasant “How was your weekend” with each Monday as you enter your office building? Shouldn’t you expect your friend to support you during your new endeavor. I’d like to think that you’d want your friend to be brutally honest with you. If not your friend, than who? How would you otherwise grow as a human being and correct your character flaws. By expecting a lot I’d like to think you will in turn give a lot.

Good things should happen to good people. Heart ache or foolishness by fools that you mistakenly held in high regard should not alter the way that you carry yourself. In short, let the pigs play in the mid. You should play butcher and remove (slaughter) them from your life. Your friends aren’t merely your twitter followers, skype partners, or people that like or comment on your Facebook status’. Instead they are the people that you would call if you had a flat in the wee hours of the morning on the highway with no spare in the trunk.

If your friend doesn’t meet your friend standard, maybe he or she wasn’t actually your friend at all. At times we all make the mistake of making people into what we want them to be instead of accepting them for what they are. Maybe they were always just your associate. I don’t know about you but my associates don’t get any of my waffle cone.