thoughts...even though this is not the place for them

Well…its snowing, those nice big fat snow flakes that make you happy to see them, the ones that actually warm up the earth. But I shant get into the chemistry behind that statement because I’m sure it would be rather lame…
Friends.
What an interesting word, I find the connotations to said word even more intriguing though. What does it really mean and how many classifications can we create to organize the people we have come to call friends in too. Alas, if we were to start classifying things this post would be not only long but meticulous and therefore a waste of your infinitely valuable time. So, lets not start with that. I have a quote for this whole idea also but I won’t bother you with it. But to get back to my original point. To be a friend or to consider some one else your friend there must fulfill certain requirements. Must you feel a certain kinship towards them? Do you souls bear a little something in common? Or are you just friends of or for convenience…? (wouldn’t that be unfortunate) And does this change with time? For I am certain that people change in time, especially in this rather hectic, would be tops turvy time of…post secondary life. And if stipulation 2 is correct, that the souls are somehow threaded together, then does your soul change? Or perhaps, to soften the blow we shall say, mature? I really don’t know. All I do know, as I am cutting this argument or exploration of a human interaction down, is that all the friends I once had I still feel a bitty of companionship towards. No matter the circumstances of the ultimate separations, parting of ways. *shrugs* I’ve run out of energy to think on it.

Here's the quote anyway…can’t remember his name though;
To divide the whole is to name the new parts…there are already enough names. –Some Chinese dude.