6.21.25: Adult Friendships

Friendships in adulthood are weird. Everyone’s busy. Everyone’s tired. You text in bursts, reply three days late, and call it “keeping in touch.” Plans get pushed. Hangouts get rare. But the real ones stay. You can go months without speaking and still pick up like nothing changed. No guilt. No small talk. Just presence. That’s the gold. Not the daily updates, but the solid core beneath the silence. You start valuing the ones who make you feel lighter. Not hyped—just understood. The ones who let you be messy, unfiltered, unproductive. If you’ve got even one of those, you’re rich.