Why I Am A Friend

my absences. I couldn’t ditch anymore and when I did we ended up in court. The school

“It was me!” I had replied, “Mom you're really going to let me drive with you?”

As the commercial begins it is nearly impossible to guess what the commercial is about. It 's not till the end of the commercial that it is reveled to the audience that the commercial is advertising the

"I miss mom, but I knew she wasn’t alive again.." I said kind of sadly.

Throughout our lifetime we face opportunities to interact with one another, often creating relationships unbounded by definitions but in unconditional terms of reason. We hold onto these individuals in hopes for an internal bond fostering a lifelong friendship. I am talking about your best friend. We have all had one at some point in our lives, many times fluctuating between people but still maintaining a set system of how to determine the deserving title. My ethical dilemma is the special bond I had the opportunity to continue between my good friend and myself.

I think the biggest decision I’ve ever made was to separate myself from a toxic friend group. Middle School has many people who don’t know what else they want from life except making others feel bad. Let me tell my story. I involved myself with an old friend thinking the friendship will blossom into something beautiful, and it did. We went to each others houses and bake cakes, had sleepovers, stayed up until 4 AM watching movies, and made so many inside jokes that I still laugh to to this day. Unfortunately, School was almost about to start and when school started, we still hung out and talked but not like we did during summer. Other people starting to come into the friendship I had made with her, our friend circle expanded. Those people seem nice and caring but they were good friends to an extent. One day that old friends stop talking to me. I cried about it because I cared for her, she was there for me and I was there for her whenever no one else was, I expected the same care back from her but I expected too much apparently. I learned that she was talking behind my back, she would spread lies about me and turned everyone against me, even a childhood friend. My world flipped upside down. I remained quiet half of the school year and was blamed for things I didn’t say, I was hated for being the victim and later on being accused of thinking I make myself the victim when I did nothing but love this girl. I was called a snake and a liar and many other names I choose not to say,

In Aristotle’s Nicomachean Ethics, he describes the importance of friendship and the different types that one may have. He describes a friendship of utility, pleasure, and the one that he thinks is best, a complete one. A complete friendship, according to Aristotle, is one of unconditional goodness that is exchanged between two people. This type of friendship is rare and takes time to form. In the above passage, Aristotle describes how a complete friendship diminishes the “need for justice” because essentially there is no conflict between people. (Aristotle 8.1). In this paper, I analyze and expand on Aristotle’s ideas about friendships and ultimately argue that although a complete friendship can minimize conflict, it does not necessarily mean that there is no need for justice.

There’s a gal in my life whom I had met my freshman year of highschool, she’s my best friend, my role model and the love interest of my short lived life. We were desk partners in Spanish One second semester. I had a particular interest in her for the entirety of that semester until I flat out realized I had a heavy crush on her. Eventually I grew the courage to tell her in the most goofy, awkward way possible. “Hey Sydney, I need to get something off my chest... I like you”. Then I essentially vanished into my next class. Her reaction made me feel incredibly calm, I wasn’t used to talking to girls. Her reaction made me realize talking to girls was incredibly easy, I had been talking to her the entire semester. Then Summer break came and left as quickly as it did... over that time I made no attempt to speak with her again.

On September 12, 2017 at approximately 6:30 pm my mother informed me Justin, one of my best friends, had taken his own life. I was absolutely dumbfounded upon hearing the news of his death. At the age of 17, Justin was an Eagle Scout, honors student, top ten in his class at a very competitive school, and one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. He was one of the hardest working and most dedicated people I have ever met.

As a child growing up you meet many people that you like. Everyone tends to make your day from the kind stranger whom gave you a dollar at the grocery store to your neighbor that lets you pet their dog. As I’ve gotten older I’ve grown to love people more than like. Moreover, I have made many long term friends and continue to do so. I’ve always been a social person so making good quality friends has never been a problem. As my mom would say, “I have never met a stranger.” Now that I am a freshman in college and making more friends than ever. Although I’ve only been here for three weeks, I have a large circle of friends that I like very much. Since then, the circle has gotten smaller. Now, there is one person that I do like the most, Vanessa Rodgers.

Passing the mile marker of informing me that Norfolk was right around the corner, filled me with the anticipation of so much happiness, but a little bit of nervousness too. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends for the longest time. Driving down the bumpy highway, I thought back to some of my fondest memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending to have a chocolate shop with the mud from rain. As little girls, we would dress up and making singing videos, which continued well into when she drove me to school me freshmen year and we would sing and blast jams, sipping on our caramel frappuccinos. It had been almost a year since I last saw her. She had graduated from Midlothian High School the year before and was now attending Old Dominion University. It was Midlothian’s spring break and she had invited me up to visit her that first weekend off. When the car pulled up by her dorm building, she was waiting outside, wearing that same old cobalt-colored sweatshirt with stains from baking scrumptious desserts with her. We leapt into each other's’ arms. The hug was the purest form of friendship and love and it felt so great to see her. I said goodbye to my mom and walked up to Julia’s room. There was huge, Disney puzzle on the floor and I immediately sat to contribute my amazing puzzle skills. While we worked on it, we caught up on everyday girl talk - the usual dramas of the neighborhood and which boys we were talking to. We also went

It feels like there is an empty hole in my heart. One minute you have this magical friendship, the next thing you know it all disappears.This ride we had together just came to a complete stop.One of my best friends just moved away and it really hurts. I’m not one to share feelings or anything, but this event feels like an illusion of horror.

All good things in life must eventually come to an end; a good book, a movie, even a tasty meal. Sometimes the end can be a good thing, like graduating from school, moving out of childhood home, or retirement. But like many other endings, the end of a multiple year friendship can leave you with a pit in your stomach, like you have just been punched in the gut. Friendships can end in different ways, sometimes one friend moves away or heads to college or you simply grow apart. But when you realize that your friend, your best friend, is a person who hurts you and is so consumed with themselves and their own motives that they forget how to be your friend; that’s what hurts the most. There comes a moment when your friendships flips from meaning everything to you to being nothing at all. In an instant they turn on you and make you seem like a horrible person because of their own issues and insecurities. Your best friend hurts you, leaves you broken and alone and all you are left with is thoughts of regret. Thoughts that you wasted years of your time and energy for someone who betrayed you within a matter of seconds.

He was a friend. Nothing suspicious. Ever since I can remember he has been here. I guess you can say he was more of a family member than anything. Ted Bundy worked for my dad at the shop. We occasionally invited him to family dinners which eventually led to him coming over every night. He was a lonely guy and we kind of felt bad for him. He really didn’t have anything to look forward to at his home. We bought him a dog one Christmas. But that didn’t last long. He apparently ran away a couple months later.

chatting just like a friend I felt a little uncomfortable because he was older than me and I don 't want my family to start talking about me again because I already have enough.