A financially successful guy reflects on friendships with a debt-ridden doctor and an attorney, arguing that the real cost-benefit analysis has nothing to do with money. What matters: shared laughter, emotional support during breakdowns, and practical help like a friend's skill in argument.
I am the richest friend out of my college close buddies. They all have, you know, great livings and careers, but my friend who's a doctor is like multiple 6 figures in the hole right now. Yeah. The cost-benefit analysis of our friendship though is not based on dollars. It's based on laughs. It's based on support. It's based on love. It's based on emotion. She's the person I can call for anything. When I'm having a mental breakdown, I'm like, you know who I should call? That friend, my friend who is the attorney, if I feel like I'm being irrational or crazy, I'll call her to basically have her validate that I'm right. 'Cause she's so great at forming an argument and helps me craft my argument better. But like all of those things that I love about my friends, nothing of them have to do with money, but that's a benefit to me.
