Friendship is a paradox of paradoxes. It's like a koan in a Zen garden, a puzzle in a puzzle box, a paradox in a... well, you get the idea.
Imagine two people sitting on a park bench, staring at a squirrel. One person says to the other, "I wonder if this squirrel has ever had an existential crisis about its acorn-filled life?" The other person replies, "Only if it's a squirrel of discerning taste."
But what if the squirrel is actually just a metaphor for the futility of human connection? Like, have you ever noticed how squirrels just fling their nuts everywhere, never really investing in the future, just like our own relationships? "Oh, I'll just store these memories away for now, but who knows when I'll need to recall them?"
And don't even get me started on the absurdity of social media friendships. "Hey, let's be 'friends' for the sake of our egos and online validation, but let's be real, we've never even met, have we?"