Re-reading yesterday’s post I realise that I may have been slightly unclear. It wasn’t my intention to imply that people in the pub couldn’t be depended upon, or even that the regulars in general weren’t trustworthy, because that’s untrue.
What I meant was that the pub, as a both a physical and metaphorical entirety, isn’t something that you can depend on in an absolute black and white way in the same way that you can your family or friends.
Which isn’t of course to say that people in the pub can’t be depended upon or trusted, because there are certainly those that you can. But those people are to be trusted based on an evaluation of their own merits rather than merely because they’re Taps regulars.
You can make genuine friends in the pub. Not just pub friends or people who work there and you chat to, but real friends in the outside world kind of way. People whose birthdays and weddings and children’s christenings you attend, but equally you’ll become reasonably friendly with people who, frankly, you wouldn’t piss on if they were on fire (by you wouldn’t I mainly mean I wouldn’t).
There are people in Taps who I genuinely care for and whose friendship I value greatly, and I hope that there are some people who feel the same about me, and perhaps to that extent, Irena is somewhat right.
While it’s not family per se, it is comradeship. It is familiarity. And often it’s trust and mutual respect.
(Equally often though, while it’s still familiarity it’s also distrust, annoyance and total bloody irritation).
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