Before I started drafting this essay, I was on the phone with my partner at House of Tunage.
He was giving me a ration of crap because I hadn’t followed through on something he asked me to do years ago. Not yesterday. Years ago.
Then he said it.
“I’m your friend. If you tell me you can’t do it, that’s fine. I can accept that.”
The man was so full of it he needed to invest in Charmin.
He saw the look on my face and started laughing.
“What did you just say?” I asked.
He laughed harder.
Because he knew he had my attention.
He remembers when we ran House of Tunage off a laptop I pulled out of the trash. Packing tape. Cardboard. Rubber bands. That was our infrastructure. No budget. No polish. Just will.
“If you could do that with the crap we had,” he said, “there shouldn’t be anything stopping you now. Go to work.”
And he hung up.
I laughed out loud. Made another pot of coffee. Sat down. Started outlining what needed to be finished. Muted complaints under my breath.
Did that yahoo forget who he was talking to?
No.
That’s exactly why he said it.
That’s who I prefer to be around.
Not the ones who flatter. Not the ones who nod politely. The ones who remember your capacity when you forget it. The ones who won’t let you hide behind good intentions. The ones who press until you move.
Family isn’t blood. It never was. Religion calls people brothers and sisters for a reason. Family is covenant. It’s armor. You protect one another — and you correct one another. You don’t let each other shrink.
We love to quantify things. Count the friends. Measure the loyalty. Record the metrics. But some bonds don’t fit a number. They exist because of shared strife. Shared rebuilds. Shared contradiction. You don’t graph those things. You recognize them.
The world runs on variables. Systems break. Plans fail. We rationalize. Growth isn’t automatic — it’s an opportunity. Not everyone takes it.
My circle is small not because I avoid people, but because not everyone values accountability over comfort. Humans migrate toward like-minded people. That’s not arrogance. That’s anthropology. If only a few think the way you do — about loyalty, about work, about doing the right thing even when no one is watching — then your circle will be small.
There is strength in solitude. You can sit in a crowded room and feel alone. You can sit alone and feel steady. A small circle doesn’t signal isolation. It signals filtration.
The hardest thing in life isn’t being right. It’s doing right. Without applause. Without consensus. Without status attached to it.
The people I prefer to be around understand that.
They don’t fear contradiction.
They don’t collapse under correction.
They don’t weaponize good intentions.
They don’t perform loyalty. They practice it.
They look you in the eye, tell you the truth, hang up the phone—
—and expect you to get to work.
Straight.
No chaser.
Memoirs of Madness 