My closest friends are the people who are people who are covered in the same crap I am.
When I am down in the dumps, they get right down there with me and join me in it. Whether I am covered in mud, grease, dirt, manure, blood, sweat, or tears. They join me in the crap I am in and they are on my level.
This is how I know they are my friends, they are covered in the same thing I am.
It is hard to judge or feel judged when you are covered in the same crap the person next to you is covered in. But when someone stands at the top of a chasm tossing down a rope to a me and says, “Climb out.” It is hard to feel like they are my friend. It feels more like they want to be my savior.
Who are your friends covered in the same crap you are? Who are you getting dirty with when they are in the middle of their crap?