Essie and I were having a typical chika session over canton in college when she started talking about this guy Carlo from our org.
“Do you think Carlo has friends?” Essie asked.
“Um, us?” I said. “Aren’t we his friends?”
“Sure,” she said. “But if you’re in grave danger, would you turn to him for help? Or if he’s in serious trouble, would you risk your life for him?”
My answer, at least at that time, was no. Maybe not.Continue reading “The Dead Body Theory of Friendship”