Loyalty

     I’m as stingy with loyalty as I am with respect.

I don’t often avail myself to people, so the ones I have shared any information they felt should not be shared had better be treated as if they should die with it.
As bad as my memory happens to be in the short term, it is dangerous when the topic is things that I feel are important.

     My continued circle consists of people I have been given reason to be loyal and respectful to.
Sure, I am prone to fits of personal stupidity, but I am at least dumb enough to not be interested in majorly fucking up my plays in a manner I might find egregious.

     I have a team…
A twin brother, a best friend, several really good friends and some cats that I have never actually met in person.  The amount of “me” that I have given these people is a testament to who I perceive them to be.  This is usually a result of what they have done with or for me with no reason to otherwise.  This is usually a result of shared common interests on a great many fronts.  This is ALWAYS a result of acceptance of me and my weird-ass quirks (understanding of them not required).

That kind of access to me is not something I can just go around throwing out to the world!

     These boys are all my brothers, and my own twin knows it.  When I need to make a “Snapped” call at 3am to have someone help me dig a hole in the middle of nowhere, they’re the ones who will answer the phone.  They know without it being said that I will do the same for them – even though I just said it.

This is a bond you build with people without a need for it to be spoken.

THOSE are the kind of people to have around you having earned your loyalty.  It really isn’t that difficult to tell who is on the team and who is a hanger-on.