It's ironic that by the time I find true friendship, I'm too jaded to understand it.
I had someone say they're not friends with me because I'm friendly or funny, but because they like me and my flaws. It's a beautiful thing to say to someone. Maybe it's because I'm so used to being viewed as nothing more than my sympathy, my gender, or my body, but I don't even understand what it means on an emotional level. That's just not how people treat me.
I withdrew from bullying, neglect, and being my mother's emotional outlet into an online world where I was still only the sum of what I could do for others. I didn't matter if I wasn't listening to someone vent or the right gender to date. If picking fights with me made me react and show I cared, then hurting me was fine by their standards. I was still only as good as my ability to fill someone else's void or take a punch.
I don't think treating people as the sum of what they can give whether it's sex, money, or just an ear is the way to treat people, but I struggle not to think of myself in those terms. I struggle to see what anyone sees in me if it's not filling their voids, and trying to understand it just makes me confused and angry. I'd never treat my own friends that way, though, or hinge our friendship on them making me laugh, being a potential mate, listening to me complain, or anything else like that.