BFFFFF: The Sound Of Friendship
Dear future best friend,
Hi! I think about you a lot. That's kind of weird, isn't it? Well, I guess the shoe fits. I suppose the feeling is sort of similar to the hazy idea a kid has when they imagine their future partner ... Where are you? When will we meet? What will you be like?
I'm in this new place, and if I'm being totally honest - I freaking love it here. I like the artsy vibe of the city. I love all the colorful hair I see here. I love my new home. I love how many flowers I saw over the summer, and all the vibrant colors of the fall. I love how close I am to water - so much water. I loved the first snow, and going sledding. I love Meijer and the penny pony. I love the agriculture. I love that I love it, even though I maybe didn't want to/think I would.
All that's missing, is ... well, you.
Friendship has always been a big deal to me. I always feel better when I'm connected to others. I love to talk; you'll see. I'm animated and feisty once we get past my temporary shy/timid phase. I love to share stories and learn about people. I love to talk about nothing and everything important. I like to laugh. I like to adventure. I need to share - to talk through challenges, vent frustrations, or just gab through the crazy ins and outs of life. And it's not one-sided, this imaginary friendship of ours. I'll give it all back: the time and energy and laughter. I'm not perfect, I repeat myself (I can remember everything except what I've already told you), I am emotional, and sometimes I get so uptight that I can't relax. (Hint: remind me that I'm allowed to be human. See me without makeup. Come over when my house is dirty.) I would like to think I'm the kind of friend a friend would like to have. Usually, anyway.
I have a huge network of pals - wonderful people who have added deep, vibrant, and even neon-electric shades to my collection of colors. Friends with heart, humor, and happiness ... I'd have packed them and moved them all here with me if it wasn't considered a felony. (Kidnapping, schmidnapping.) I can't wait for you to meet all my buddies - you're gonna love 'em! Through them, I have learned that variety - is not just the spice of life ... it's really just cool as hell.
So, Bestie - you don't have to be just like me. Your skin can be any color. You can pray to any God you like, or I guess all of them if you're feeling greedy. You can have whatever gender spouse you'd like, or be single and ready to mingle. You can like any genre of music or theatre, although brownie points if we like similar stuff. Pot-brownie points if you introduce me to new and amazing stuff that I don't yet know I love. (Pot-brownies, because in the world of brownies, wouldn't a pot-brownie be worth more points?) Know that my schedule is both wide open, and always full - so squeeze yourself in, and remind me it's okay for me to do the same. I don't care if you are a billionaire or barely making it ... we aren't in competition of any kind. If you show the world kindness, are sweet with my kids, indulge Johnny in the occasional YouTube fail video, enjoy eating, and can make me laugh ... well, you've checked off all my boxes.
So yeah. It's snowy and I'm feeling pretty tethered to the insides of my home - I hope you make your appearance soon. And sorry in advance for our first encounter - if I know myself at all, I'll likely be pretty awkward (read: overly excited and trying to play it cool) ... basically, I can't wait to meet you!
Your future best friend