Best Friend

'So, Randy, who's your best friend?' shE asked.
Caught totally off-guard, I gave a blank look as my mind struggled to provide an answer to that...
'He has a lot of friends but no best friend', She said.
And, so it begun.
Do I have a best friend? I have lots of friends, but how would you differentiate between a close friend and a best friend? If a best friend is one that has been with you for like eternity then I most definitely do not have a best friend, thanks to my chameleon ways.
But do guys need best friends? Not that I'm a masochist, of course, but, best friends are, well, for talking problems out and lending listening ear and that cliche phrase 'going through thick and thin together' and frankly, few guys talk out their problems to other guys, most doing it to female friends or sadly no one.
And I have like quite a number of female friends but which is my best friend, I wonder.
There are people who treat each of their friend as special and unique and equal as another friend. I ain't one of them. Some friends matter more to me than others. Some I would gladly die for, whereas there are others I would xiu shou pang guan; stand at one side and just watch. Not mockingly, nor frustratingly, but fearlessly sad.
So the ultimate question is who is my best friend.
No one.
Well, no one that transcends all my sides in all my lives. And perhaps it is these numerous facets of life I have that I don't really really have a best friend.
I rather be un-understood than misunderstood. Cause the people who assume they know me don't know me and it irks me. Three me-s in one sentence. Amazing!