It seems like the school post prior to this naturally led me to talk about the "friends" component of my life. Inevitable, of course; my friends are a large part of who I am now and a large reason I am this way. Although many people have come into my life and left, sometimes as quickly as they came, sometimes lasting a considerable amount of time longer, there are three girls who have managed to tolerate all of my bullshit and kick me in the ass when I need it. I don't want to name names in this blog for multiple reasons, but each of these girls knows who she is and where she stands with me. I am equally close with each of them, but in different ways.
One of them is not close physically- in August she moved three hours away- and as far as our interests go, we have little in common. Fourteen years ago we met in Mrs. Wylie's kindergarden class. Since then she has grown into an athletic, bubbly sorority girl while I found myself in the midst of the music scene at 14 years old. She never has any idea about who I'm talking about when I ask her if she's heard of the band so-and-so, and I've never heard of most of the alcoholic drinks at the frat parties she talks about. But we get together anyway and talk about the summers we spent at her family's cottage in South Haven, Michigan, and the friends we had as kids that all seemed to grow up and disappear. She is the friend that I know will probably always be there for me, despite the fact that we can't ever do anything that suits us both at once.
I have known another of my girls since 2003. We were barely fourteen; I had a chip on my shoulder and she had electric blue hair. We hated each other quietly for quite some time before actually speaking and found that when we did, we got along famously. These days, we are attending the same school. We laugh and gossip and hate and love all of the same people. We go to Denny's nearly every time we are together and our bill is always $18.14. We have spent countless hours driving around in search of something to do. Some nights we sat in parking lots and others we've gone to shows. We're both a tad egocentric, or at least we get that way when we get together. She's the kind of friend I tell everything to because I know that regardless of what I do, she'll laugh it off and make up some excuse as to why what I did was not so terrible. She makes me feel better about myself by lightening the effect of some serious problems I've had by telling me that everything will always be okay. Whether she really believes that or just says it to make me feel better, she is probably the one person that I could tell anything to and not worry about her looking at me differently.
I met my third close friend in 2006; she applied and was hired at the store where I was employed at the time and I told her that I liked her shoes. We found we had similar tastes in music; both of us had an undying passion for Bright Eyes, and we wore the same size clothes. We worked together for a year and a half before she quit to find another job- I quit shortly after. However, in that time together, we'd grown close and would often hang out on the weekends or after work. We've had our spats, arguements, and even one full-out fight, but we've come out of each of them with our friendship intact. She has seen me at my worst- literally. I have not touched alcohol in a long time, but the first time I ever did was with her. She found my intoxication hilarious and to this day teases me about it. Our friendship is unlike most; we don't find it necessary to party and drink and get rowdy to have fun together. True, we have not always had a perfect relationship, but I feel like we know each other well enough now to get through any arguements we might have eventually.
While it's true that I wish I more friends as close to me as these three (especially when they're all busy and I feel like going out), I am still extremely pleased that I have at least three, because while I don't have many other true friends- I'd say most of the people I know are just aquaintences- a lot of people who have many friends are not nearly as close with them as I am with mine.
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