What is friendship?

What is friendship?

Now I am in the school office to guard the school. In order to kill off the night, I moved my computer here for me to surf the internet. However perhaps I have played on it for so long, I am now feeling muddleheaded. I just don't know what to do next. I am still not sleepy.

    Last night I made a lot of efforts to get reconciled with my playmate. We had quarreled after drinking some wine. I will try to record what was happening here.

    We have grown up together since we were little kids. We played together, went to school together and studied together. After graduation from different schools we were assigned different jobs. I cherish the friendship between us.

Once, his nephew wanted to go to my school to study. I helped him a lot. I even spent some money to help. After that, there was an occasion that I was in urgent need to have an article published. I asked for his favor. After some earnest entreaty, he acquiesced. But he asked me to treat his friend for dinner. Though with great reluctance, I agreed. I spent quite some money that for the decent dinner. However, when the article was published and I wanted to have one copy for my use, he asked me to treat him to dinner again after drinking some wine provided by another friend of mine. I became angry. I must have said something unfavorable with him. I left him in a great fury.

He is a petty official in the government of our city. My other friends from the same hometown were in support of him in the quarrel after that. I have to get reconciled with him, since I clearly know that to annoying all my friends is not a favorable thing with me. I called him several times and he just hanged off. I was furious. Nevertheless, somewhat I curbed the fury and dialed again. The line was through and he pretended that nothing had happened. In this way we got reconciled in appearance. My heart sank greatly after that.

What is friendship?

All human relations have been built upon money and power. I have no right to complain. I am only a teacher. No matter how genuinely and sincerely you show your friendship, they won’t think you are someone their equal. I have been too innocent to think that friendship means mutual help and understanding. They have been accustomed to be bought into doing things. Every help provided by them is at the cost of money or something in return. I have been too mindless of worldly affairs that it just serves me right to have such a frustration.

Although to sever the relations with the outside world is not reasonable, I just can’t see any reason for me to keep in touch with such kind of friends. And we are from the same village and we have enjoyed and suffered together ever since we were only little kids.

I am so much depressed about the human relationship. Sometimes I just can’t help doubting the truth of all. Perhaps I have been far left behind in the economic society.