Just rambling . . . I found this and wanted to share- it is President William G. Harding’s friendship revelation
“My God, this is a hell of a job. I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies all right. But my damn friends, my __ __ __damn friends. They’re the ones that keep me walking the floor at night.”
I don’t know much about the service of the President and I am sure someone like me could never even be a cousin to it, I can relate however, to his acknowledgement of the agony of friendship. Harding’s friends probably demanded a lot from him. At least he had friends and cared about them. I’ve had some struggles of late with friendship. I know my moods send strange messages and my friends probably have much more to say about my merits than I ever should of theirs, but golly. I haven’t had many enemies and I can tell you the ones I have had were bothersome. However, on some days their aggravation cannot keep up with the troublesome nature of the majority of my friends.