Blind Faith and Trust. They are synonymous and similarly divergent. There will always be a difference and yet an incredible similarity between the two. One can save you; the other will save you. It�s for you to decide which is which. But know that they are both integral to the advancement of life.
The other day, I shared a prospective post with the Reverend CD, and it was dark. By my standards, it was pretty dark. And the feedback that I got from the Reverend is why that post, entitled �infinite sadness,� is not posted on my site.
Nor will it ever be. At least not the way it was written. But that�s not what�s the key here. The key is trust.
The Reverend CD said to me:
If you consider that TRUST � has five (5) letters and ACQUAINTANCES has thirteen (13) letters, you could conclude that having about 5 people that you trust is optimal. I�m not saying that this is a hard and fast rule, just that I have very few people I trust among all the people that I know.
I am thankful I have the type of friends I trust, a small, close-knit group of male and female friends. But what does that mean?
Trust to me is knowing that my friends will never, ever do anything to hurt me, they will never say things to hurt me, they will never tell me something to hurt me, and they will never take action to hurt me.
It�s a fantastic feeling and horrific at the same time. The post with the Reverend is not the first, and I�m sure it will not be the last which I asked him for his thoughts, and he gave them to me lovingly but concisely. And in the past, from time to time, they hurt. But never did I ever believe there was any malice to them.
I know that what The Reverend says to me holds value and is essential, important enough that I will not argue, I will not fight, I will not bitch and complain, I will take what is said, weighing on the true love that I have for this person and then act upon it.
I have another buddy, Debo, and I�ve known him for 12 1/2 years. We worked together and remained the closest of friends. I would call him, and I do, my best friend. But what happens when you don�t listen? I can tell you what.
A couple of years ago, I wanted something car-wise, new, and exciting. I spoke with Debo about it, and he told me, �don�t be an idiot, don�t sell the diesel.� The car in question was my 335d.
I didn�t listen to my best friend telling me it wasn�t a good idea to go and spend a shit ton of money on a car when I had a perfectly good one, and I owned it outright. Furthermore, to that point, this all stems from the fact that my aftermarket warranty company would no longer support my dealership and their rates, a matter of $12 an hour.
I traded the car in, and within days I knew I had made the wrong decision; I should�ve listened to Debo. A little bit down the line, we were talking one night about renting a house, and he told me that I would be an idiot to pay XYZ for the place I was living in, given that the landlord wanted to raise the rent by 54% per month.
And I stopped and listened. I wondered why Debo would tell me not to do that if not to protect me from myself. And that was the actual case. I listened because I had faith in my friends that they would not tell me things to harm me. They�re all straight up.
I�ll go one more; I have an ex whom I will refer to as Miss J. She and I had a very tumultuous relationship and very on again off again. Not any heat, but they just didn�t do well together. About a year ago, we started speaking again, and I set the expectation, so I just wanted her in my life as my friend because she is a fantastic person.
And we continue to be friends, to the point where I have stayed over at her house twice this year (2021) and have appropriately slept in the guestroom with no hanky-panky or anything else going on.
It�s important to note that it would be easy to slip into a bad place with somebody to whom you have an attraction for the sake of a short amount of glory. But no, I want more.
I want Miss J as my friend because she is an intelligent and loving human being. While we�ve had our issues, I trust her, and I told her this recently while doing a FaceTime, and I said something along the lines of �I trust you, Miss J; I have no reason to believe that you�re going to harm me and I will listen to what you have to say. � That took her for a loop at first because it�s hard to understand when someone will put themselves out there and tell you that they believe in you. They believe in what you say, and I�m not talking about Mormons or Scientologists, and they�re crazy ass shit.
I have another friend, Mrs. B. She�s the toughest mother fucker I have ever met. Physically. Emotionally. Mrs. B gives me a run for the money in those two categories. I will always tell her I am in awe of her power and strength. And then, there was breast cancer. Blammo, cancer. Boom, fuck!
I love Mrs. B with all my heart. I love her husband, Mr. B because he has repeatedly taken care of my friend with such love and kindness, so amazingly that (between us bots), he has shown me so much about being a Man. He�s a beautiful human (and handsome to boot) who has cared for another of my best friends. He�s a real Man. Mr. B, you are as fantastic of a human as there is. And I know Mrs. B knows I mean that from the essence of my soul.
If Mrs. B tells me to do something, I listen. I�ve listened for far longer than she knows. Far longer I will ever her tell her. But wait, there�s more�
I have so much respect for Mrs. B; it�s incredible. A few years back, Mrs. B came down to Phoenix, and we went to the Arizona Diamondbacks vs. San Francisco Giants baseball game. This was before she was Mrs. and was just Ms. F. My coworkers at the time, as unique as they are and were, for whom I speak to many, many years later, well, they all thought I was going to hook up with her.
I exclaimed that that was said with, and I paraphrase, �Fuck you cunts. I�d NEVER, EVAAAAH do that. Fuck you ALL!. How dare you any of you think that. Fuck you! Fuck you to hell! Do any of you know?�. That�s nearly how it went down while in SG�s (former boss) office. I was blown away that my coworkers would think that. Perhaps appalled. Fucking losers. All of them, all of them for thinking that.
And after some inner thoughts about it, I knew they were not my friends and that they were projecting either themselves on me or their perceptions.
No, I�m talking about blind faith. I have blind faith in my friends, and I know that none of them will ever tell me something to hurt me because they would never want me to do that to them. Trust, love, faith. You don�t know that you have friends until you have that.
Or until you call them and say, ” Hey, fetch a shovel or a rug� (Archer reference)
But honestly, think about a trust fall and think about that with your friends. Will you always catch them, and do you believe they will always see you? Do you think you can tell your friends something and not tell them because of your self-interests but because of the love in your heart and the goodness in your soul towards them? That�s fucking amazing.
And if there is anything, anything at all, that I have in my life, it is one single possible thing, besides my awesome cats, knowing that come to hell or high water, my friends will always have my back. And they will always do right by me and ask me to do the same for them because that is what friendship is about. That is absolute love for somebody, just absolutely love.
Such: as if you can find in yourself to be able to treat others as you want to be treated. You can establish a friendship based on faith in each other and knowing that when things get tough, they are not going to bail on you, that when things get hard in life, they will do whatever they can, whatever it takes to ensure your safety. Because without that, what exactly do you have?
The answer to that question is fucking nothing. If you can�t blindly have faith in someone in your life, why are they in your life? Seriously?
What kind of life are you living in which those around you you will not listen to because you think you�re smarter than them? Because you feel that you�re better than them? Because of whatever fucking reason?
No, a real friend is a friend you listen to, not specifically the one you count on. If you stop and listen for a fucking second to what your friends tell you, those who are on a pedestal the size of Mount Olympus� If you find it yourself to listen, you have a true friend.
And I will leave you with this � The name of the game is blind faith. Because that�s what religion is all about, for fucks sake, that is religion. You�re talking about a deity that you cannot see, that you possibly believe you can feel, but there�s no tangible, there�s no tangible anything.
I can no more prove that an almighty deity exists than it doesn�t, but those who believe have blind faith. The true believers. They take the trust and fall for their beliefs, knowing they�ll be caught. Are they? More likely than not, their social network will see them.
And that is what I believe friends are; that�s what friendship is. It�s those around you that you love and care about, and you listen to what they say because they fucking matter in your life, and it would be pretty fucking stupid to continue to not listen to those who love you.