He knew this, of course, but didn't seem to mind. Aaron was pigging out at the salad bar but never getting a good square meal.
I'd suggest that perhaps it was time to land. Hearing this, I would roll my eyes and tell him that was Peter Pan talking. No single woman had the ideal combination, Aaron would complain. What's more, addressing Aaron's adolescent-like sex life would force me to touch on deeper, more disturbing issues within his own checkered history, especially his inability to commit. We have always been temperamentally opposite, causing me to habitually suspend my judgment. Part of the reason that Aaron and I had been best friends for 30 years is that we didn't bust each other's chops or do each other's inventory. It seemed disrespectful, like trespassing. Though Meg had a point, and I was worried, too, something about this didn't feel right. That's when Aaron turned to me with a serious look on his handsome face (it was true that he had aged almost too well). We observed this with a shared mixture of pity, contempt, and self-appraisal ("there but for fortune go we") as Engelbert poked his mojo at the disgusted ingénue, who finally threw a ten-franc note at the table and stormed off. At the table next to ours, a lecherous codger was putting the moves on a pretty co ed, his Engelbert Humperdink disco shirt unbuttoned below his hairy paunch. This promise had been made at a café in Paris. Twenty years before, when Aaron and I were in our 20s, we had entered into a solemn vow to warn one another if either of us was being age-inappropriate, or embarrassing himself in public. "He's making a goddamn fool of himself." As Meg said this, I felt a pain in my conscience. "Somebody's got to stop tell him!" she shrieked. "What are we doing to do?" Meg asked me, frantic with puritanical horror. Skillful detachment proves to our friends that we love them for who they are rather than the person they'd be if only they were perfect (and listened to us). Friendship requires distance and closeness, just like any intimacy does, which is why knowing when to keep our mouths shut is such a virtue.
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This is the slipperiest slope on the friendship mountain, the most demanding incline of all: How to be hands off and hands on at the same time? Committed but not attached attentive but not invasive present yet guaranteedly distant. We can no more dictate friends' actions than they call the shots for us.
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This is the price of loving individuals born with a measure of free will: Control is never, ever, an option. Our opinions about the lives of others are void of inherent importance or meaning. That is because their behavior is none of our business. We're not meant to have any control whatsoever over the behavior of our friends. Marketing materials: Firms may overstate the returns of products or understate the risks involved.The answer is: Absolutely not.
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