This is how friendship works.  It’s a relationship; it’s a transaction.  I dump my bullshit on you.  And then when the time comes, you dump your bullshit on me.  We have paid our way with each other.

I feel the same way you do, you know.  When someone comes to you, you feel privileged to have their bullshit dumped on you, don’t you?  Well, so do I.  So do all your friends.  It’s the strange alchemy of love—that it makes us grateful to be given the opportunity to bear one another’s pain.  It’s weird.  It doesn’t really make sense.  But that’s how it works, and so you and I may as well go ahead and share our ugly things with our friends because it makes them happy when we do so.