On high notes and the things that linger…
Maintaining a consistency to the pattern of living is too much work that nobody talks about. The steady rhythm of updating a blog from time to time, caring for a plant out of the sincerest intentions (and not merely because you’re tired of your murderous streak you sick bastard!), and sustaining wholesome relationships.
More than my arrogance would allow me confess, I am eternally thankful for good friends. Emphasis on good and I do not hold a grudge for those who fall far from this very broad category managed and defined by my new found humility.
It’s easy for me to make friends, probably because I am drawn to the exoticness of new things and never-before situations, and mostly because I am awesome.
Durh!
This last part holds all the water that would sustain your bad-belle for two years as I advance further with what I was saying.
Making new friends translates to a fresh start and the endless possibilities that come with starting afresh in a new town where nobody knows about your shady past. See what I did there?
And it’s all exciting and fun until both parties start to feel too comfortable and set down the burdens they carry in the tiny self-con apartment they share Then it becomes a classic Usain Bolt thing merging with a karmic Lego meltdown all the way from there.
Friendship is a conscious effort, a daily something you have to wake up and contribute to. The work keeps it going, and it requires enough input from both parties. I make sure to remind my friends of why I choose them at every single point, of why I have to be that constant feature in their lives even when it stresses me to.
One clearly asked if I wasn’t tired of her yet. I know better than to attempt answering that sincerely. Truth is, I push myself to always be available, to be a friend whenever and however you need me.
Do. Not. Dare. Repeat. This. Line. In Jay Lo’s. Voice!
When I make changes to my life in general, I’m not only hoping to be a better person but also a better friend. I mean friendship has saved my ass several times this year. And as someone who appreciates loyalty, I do not take such things for granted.
While still discovering myself in a world that constantly reminds me of bold human wickedness and the unapologetic nature of man’s selfishness (this last part is understandable and I never hold a grudge over it), I’m deeply affected by the number of times people have gone out of their way to genuinely show me love and affection, even as I keep reminding them that my six-packs keep the fear factor away or that I’ll be fine las las.
My biggest wins this year include my friends. Good luck with hoping I talk about the rest.
And yes, I am one of those people who will forever rate friendships over romantic relationships.
