Minutes over beer
I was out catching up with Dan last night, over a few bottles of cheap beer. It was a pretty dirty place but reminiscent of college days when none of us had that much money and we didn’t have so many options when it comes to bars serving Gilbey’s.
I told him everything and was relieved that, at the very least, he shared the same definition of ‘friendship’ with me. So something was obviously wrong with them, those people from my org, because I’m not the only one who thinks of loyalty and honesty as key ingredients in real friendship.
Of course this is important.