The disappointments of friendship.

I'm disappointed. Not with life. But with certain friends. Yes, they disappoint me. Because they aren't in love.  With life. They are terribly depressed. Or lackadaisical. Or indifferent. Hard for me to be around such unhappy people. Of course, I try to be cheerful. Empathetic, too. But often, it's a waste of time. I'm better off steering clear of such friends. Makes me wonder why we ever became friends in the first place. Maybe it was in better times. Over the years. I've had friends. That come and go. Very few lifelong friends. Thing is. I can handle only so many friends. Because true friendship takes time and effort. And a willingness to make sacrifices. Despite the disappointments. --Jim Broede