To admit that you have a few friends and to know why, explains why you only have a few friends.
I would say that friends also "sugar-coat" the truth, because it is always their version of it.
A friend is one whose motives are not alien or deplorable to us.
Our motives coincide, and we are willing to make compromises, in hierarchy, for the sake of motive.
In today's world of man, friends are acquaintances, networking companions, fellow hobbyists.
The distaste for reality becomes a distaste for honesty, or a connection on a level which would make us uncomfortable.
Fear is what is absent.
Fear which pushes away but also forces us to bind and bond; forcing us to expose who we are, because there are no liars in a fight.
modern males bond around make-belief battles, in front of television screens.
All is kept on that artificial level.
To open yourself up to such creatures is to open yourself up to risk, with the promise of little in return.
A shallow mind cannot offer anything more than platitudes, and social myths.
A man who has no experience with suffering, with danger, can never appreciate it in others; a man with no imagination, can never fully experience what you are saying, if it is not something common, simple, superficial.
Big words and impressive references often compensate for a common psyche.
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