I am a man with issues and because of that being my friend is hard work. My friends have to tolerate the little pockets of strangeness within me and deal with the hundreds and hundreds of quirks and oddities that make me who I am. I’m complicated and the friends I have are few but fiercely loyal to me. Because of that, when they hurt, and friends hurt you, no matter how good your relationship is, and I forgive them for that just as they forgive me my weirdness and irascibility. I’ve also noted, as I age, that I have so fewer friends because I find more and more of myself with every passing day and the more I find myself, the more people I lose. And that’s okay.