From a piece at the India Times on adult friendships:

“A willingness to waste time together magnificently.”

I love this quote about what friendship is. What this essay does well is describe something most of us feel but rarely articulate: friendship loss in adulthood doesn’t really happen, it accumulates over time.

There’s no fight, no ending, just postponed calls and different sleep schedules until one day the person who used to know your inner life only knows what you post on social media. And because nothing technically went wrong, we don’t let ourselves grieve it.

What stuck with me is the idea that friendship is the one thing in adult life that still asks you to waste time on purpose. Everything else in modern life gets justified: work earns money, the gym earns health, even rest gets framed as recovery for more work.

But a friend calling at night about nothing fits nowhere in that logic. That’s the whole point.

Read the essay, then call the person you’ve been meaning to call for awhile.

You know who.