I was catching up with an old friend the other day and I was told, "I forgot how much you kept to yourself. You choose wisely and strategically the people who you willingly tell things to; and those are few and far between. I don't blame you. Not many can be trusted, relied upon, or worth caring for. You wait until something is solid before telling others. You appreciate everything anyone ever does for you. You are not selfish, but you are stubborn. You are philosophical beyond any recognition. Many people are puzzled by you. You are always thinking. Never stop thinking. It makes you who you are. It's how you detangle your own life."
So is that what you call tact? You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back. Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed. When you say best friends it means friends forever.