“ I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects.” –Oscar Wilde
I honestly don’t feel like I have a best friend. Anymore at least. Don’t get me wrong, Kelly and I are close. It just seems we have slipped to just under the best friend status.
My first real best friend held that title for almost eleven years. We actually first met because of my sister. I was in the second grade and she in the first. Bri was her babysitter. We hit it off immediately. However, we were always and still are complete opposites. We were like family. We were family. So many inside jokes and great memories. But things change. People change. Now Kelly and I have known each other for six almost seven years. In the sixth grade she thought I was a snob and I thought she was a freak for only eating peanut butter. Because personally I can’t stand the stuff. We didn’t really become best friends until maybe the eighth grade and then fully Freshman year. We have matching freckles on our arms in the shape of an almost perfect rectangle. Hah. Kelly and I have a lot of things in common, but then again not. We enjoy some of the same activities. You know, normal stuff. For awhile Sam was my best friend. My confidante if you will. Mostly, all I seek in a best friend is someone I can talk to, share things with. Someone who can make me laugh, can tolerate me. I have many weird quirks and require a LOT of patience. Hah. No. Really. People who really get you are hard to come by. Value them. Be grateful. And well that makes it seem even more likely that I will become a lonely old cat woman. I don’t even really like cats. I am a dog person.
Peace
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Peace
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