Your thirties teach you something no one warned you about. Friendship isn't about constant access. It's about emotional safety. It's the people who let you show up messy. The ones who answer your lam spiral with, "I'm here." The ones who don't measure effort like a transaction. They don't compete with you. They don't disappear when life gets complicated They don't need you polished - just honest. Real ones don't just show up for birthdays. They show up for breakdowns. Keep those people close. Not everyone deserves front-row access to your life. But the ones who stay? They're rare.