The Designated Friends

Know who your friends are.
Anyone who knows me knows I'm not a drinker. I don't drink, I don't like to drink, I don't like people who drink. (Save a few people who I forgive). I'll admit that in my lifetime I've had a few sips here and there, but I regret every ounce that's slipped through my lips. The only people I hate more than people who drink, are the people I know personally who force it on me and glorify the act. They all seem to be people who I like talking too, btu I've never been VERY close to. They're always the one's saying "You gotta do it!" or "come on, what are you afraid of". I just don't do it.
I find it kind of funny that most of my closest friends are the ones who are like me on this. They don't drink nor see the glory in drinking. They don't care if I don't share the same views or interests. They don't care who I talk to or converse with even if they don't like them. They don't make me feel rotten for wanting to be sober. At the top of my head, I can only think of about five people I know who treat me like royalty the same way I treat them. And, unfortunately, I can think of a good twenty who don't return the favor as well.
That's all you really need in life though. Just those few GREAT friends that love you for who you are among the phonies in your clique that try to change you so that you can fit them better. So that you can become a carbon copy of everyone they like opposed to who you are.
All you need are those few people you can always rely on .Those few that you can truly call "friends". Those few people whose personalities you wouldn't change for the world.

It's kind of funny how my few great friends are all doomed to be the designated driver's amongst their cliques...and they couldn't care less.