The Consistency of Character

I don’t need a lot of friends.

I need honest ones.

The kind who tell you the truth — kindly.

Who don’t flatter you just to keep the peace.

Who don’t disappear when things get uncomfortable.

A meaningful friendship isn’t loud.

It’s consistent.

It’s knowing your name isn’t brought up in rooms you’re not in — unless it’s defended.

It’s being able to disagree without the relationship feeling fragile.

It’s accountability without humiliation.

It’s selflessness.

Not dramatic.

Not performative.

Just the quiet kind.

Taking turns.

Making space.

Listening without waiting to talk.

It’s conversations that don’t revolve around other people.

It’s maturity — knowing not every thought needs an audience.

Not every story needs repeating.

Not every opinion needs to be shared.

Real friendship feels safe.

Not because nothing hard is ever said —

but because you trust the intention behind it.

It’s mutual effort.

Mutual respect.

Mutual growth.

Not convenience.

Not proximity.

Not history alone.

I don’t need constant contact.

I need consistency of character.

That’s the standard.