You are not my friend

… I have neither the time nor the inclination to mince words or waste time. I just want to say it as it is. You are not my friend, you are not anyone’s friend either. But we sure do get the relationship mixed up, we do get it twisted sometimes. Not all of us though, but most of us, I dare say. And not all the time for most, but at least some of the time.

My friends, this is a hard blog with some difficult truth, but I’ve got to say it as I see it. I have to deliver it as it comes. You know me, I don’t hold back on my punches.

You have such an appeal, incredibly alluring, tantalising as they come. Who wouldn’t want you? You appeal to every sense known to man. When you are dolled up, you are just stunning, drop-dead gorgeous, that is you, yes “drop dead” is a deliberate choice of words for that is what you do to people.

The aroma that emanates from you when you are on top of your game, is just spell bounding. You stop both great and small in their tracks. You send people into deep daydreaming, the nostrils become the decision-maker.

Don’t even start me on taste, eminent ones are dribbling and salivating all over the place before you touch the lips. And when you touch the tongue you send people on a journey of discovery, experiences that are beyond description, you bring forth sweet, bitter, sour, deliciousness etc.

I hear you and I stop in my track needing to know where the music is coming from. When you sizzle, I break into a smile and start dancing without any instruments playing, my whole body moves in rhythmic steps. I sway and move my body in anticipation.

Feeling you sends a shiver down my spine. I am all warm and fuzzy. I close my eyes and feel intense pleasure, I dream of journeys to unknown places, uncharted destinations.

I encounter you on various levels, I can’t do without you, none of us can do without you, yet you are not a friend, you are not an enemy either. You give life and yet you take it. Without you, we can not survive, too much of you and we are doomed.

We are not taught how to relate to you, or how to behave around you. Most of us see you and we want you and more and more of you. We don’t always remember we must only have as much of you as is required, not any more. We don’t always know when or how to stop. We are inflicted for we overindulge.

We use you as a comforter, a pacifier, a drug to lift the soul is empty and downtime, but I am not sure if that is who you are.

Like a Mum that says to her daughter “I am not your friend” and a Dad that says to his son “I am not here to be your friend, I am here to straighten you out”. You, as well are not our friend, you are here to do a job, to sustain us, to maintain us, to help us live life and accomplish our purpose. You are a tool of enablement not to be used as one of indulgence.

You bring people together, you break the ice, you enable fellowship, you foster friendship, you broker deals, you help to settle quarrels and banish animosity, you visit the noble and the humble, you can be classy and you can be common, yet you are no man’s friend and you are no man’s enemy. We make of you what we make of you.

Food for the belly, belly for food, they shall all perish. Handle food with care. It is not a friend!