Make New Friends makes me sad today

I see a golden egg while on Facebook playing FarmVille and the song 'Make New Friends' pushes its way to the top of my brain.

"Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold."

 And today, the song makes me sad. This friend thing? How come I still believe every friend is perfect?

Or why do I think people I spend time with are friends who won't harm me. It is scary how long some people carry a grudge or how quickly a new person enters your life enough to stomp your heart flat (thank you Steve Goodman for giving me such a visual representation of hurt.)

More verses are needed. Perhaps, several on keeping friends after making them.

This blog post started on FarmVille.