What could we do without them? Those tag-along humans we call friends. Those humans others call ‘a circle’ and not because they are recyclable but because they run circles in your thoughts, circles on your other friends and circles in your entire life.
They are the people you drew circles with when in Nursery school in the name of doodling. They are the same people you formed circles with when doing a ring for your ‘other’ friends to fight in when in primary school.
Friends, that group of humans who know your whole family line, from that nagging grandmother to that land-grabbing cousin- whose reputation precedes his appearance.
Circle. They are a circle, like vultures, and they circle above and cloud your presence. They dictate the people you woo, they dictate the places you can take that someone special to. They dictate the path and direction your relationship should follow, and in the meantime pretend they are not encroaching your privacy. But with friends, who has privacy really? Heck, they even know all the passwords to all your 14 accounts!
Friendly circle. They will encircle you when you are celebrating, and they will still encircle you when that sadness creeps in, when you have lost a loved one, a pet inclusive. They will sit with you in a circular table at your favourite joint and they will still sit around with you when in that Bible study
Circle of friends. Most of us have them, and most of us need them. Friends, those species of humanity who are used to judge us and who judge us along the way.
Friends, loveable, calculating, circling like vultures but indispensable.
