And what about those friends who are not friends?

…Some are around here all the time, and yet, you are sure you could do without them, too. And some stop by occasionally, unannounced and, at times undesired, and still. You’re glad to see them again. Especially those you said goodbye to a long time ago. And you meant it too. But some of them are incredibly tough and you seem to cannot shake them off of you. I really dislike that type. They remind me of how fake I am when I say goodbye to people. I enjoy making a whole drama out of it. And then, it gives me such pleasure to have them back from time to time. “Just a quick hi,” they say. And in a matter of seconds, I utter a quick hello back. And it spoils the magnificent halo of formality between us. We’re back to where we were ages ago. That also reminds me of how malleable, insignificant and debatable time is. Sure, a lot of time has passed since we said goodbye. And yet again, for a moment we’re back a couple of years in time. And the men of science claim one cannot travel through time. I think we mastered that skill a long time ago. At about the time we started interacting with one another. Anyway, it’s good and it’s bad. Having them back. Having them remind of you of what once was. And you feel tempted to compare it to what is today. It rarely feels worse. Usually, it appears to be better than what you have now. Actually, it’s the uncertainty of living and that old thing many of us claim we don’t feel – insecurity - which prevent you from seeing how great what you have now is. Okay, perhaps we’re not friends any more. But surely we are something. You don’t show up like that for no reason. Maybe we should come up with a name for it, you know? The name for those occasional incomers who disturb the present by raking up the past. True, we’re not friends. But…I’m just thinking…could we not label it? Leave it as it is? Does that sound possible at all? Well. Let’s be conventional. Practical. What we have is what most people call “friendship” nowadays anyway. Labelling is just a petty custom, isn’t it? There. Stop by whenever, I’m not going to call you a friend of mine, you’re going to stay unnamed; but, you know.