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Beware the “Words with Friends” scammers

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What is it about female friendships that can send us right back to junior high? Most of the time I tend to think that at 37 years old, I am well past all that girl drama. Best of all, it's completely FREE. Except, of course, when they do. What then? Not so long ago I found myself in this exact situation. One of my very closest friends was suddenly not so close anymore, and I had no idea why.

After that, over the last few years, I watched in horror as one of my favorite formats decided to prostitute itself all over the internet at the same time as the default format for lazy articles. Friends just kind of happen. A long time ago student life ends, the people all the rage your life start to shake themselves into more distinct tiers. Something akin to this: At the top of your life mountain, in the green district, you have your Tier 1 friends—those who feel like brothers and sisters. These are the people closest en route for you, those you call first after something important happens, those you adoration even when they suck, who accomplish speeches at your wedding, whose finest and worst sides you know all the way through and through, and whose relationship along with you is eternal—even if you attempt months or years without hanging absent, nothing has changed when you achieve yourself together again. Unfortunately, depending arrange how things went down in your youth, Tier 1 can also be full of your worst enemies, the people who can ruin your day with individual subtle jab that only they could word so brilliantly hurtfully, the ancestor you feel a burning resentment designed for, or jealousy of, or competition along with. Tier 1 is high stakes. Beneath, in the yellow zone, are your Tier 2 friends—your Pretty Good friends.

No one of that makes us toxic. It makes us human. We mess things up, we grow and we ascertain. Toxic people are different.

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