Somebody’s Best Friend

… The point I’m trying to make is that I’m the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all-round obnoxiously arsehole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. I am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. So if I didn’t understand that I was being asked to be best man it is because I never expected to be anybody’s best friend. And certainly not the best friend of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing.

John I’m a ridiculous man. Redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship. But as I’m apparently your best friend, I cannot congratulate you on your choice of companion.

Actually, now I can.

Mary, when I say you deserve this man, it is the highest compliment of which I am capable. John, you have endured war and injury and tragic loss – so sorry again about the last one – so know this, today you sit between the woman you have made your wife and the man you have saved. In short, the two people who love you most in all this world, and I know I speak for Mary as well when I say, we will never let you know and we have a life time ahead to prove that.


This is my sentiment too. Like Sherlock Holmes, I think I can be labeled as a sociopath. Someone who is incapable of devoting complete love to others, antisocial and has very little understanding of friendship. I’m not proud of it but it is just me. So naturally I have never expected to be anybody’s best friend. Friendship is a strange thing to me. 

I was living just fine by my own. Thinking it will be just the way it is. Half way down the road the ‘John’ characters started to show up in my life. One by one they came into my life. I could hardly comprehend that love. What have I got to give them in return? Nothing much. But they just shower me with love and kindness. 

From being confused and stunted (Just like Sherlock) I started to accept perhaps it’s luck. I got lucky. They taught me love. Now I learn to return that love, and learn to spread love.

Thank you my fellow John. 


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