I’ve made tons of acquaintances, friends, and I’ve got colleagues. I’ve had those friends that were supposed to be my “friend” and it turned out they weren’t. Sometime I lost contact. Other times it just wasn’t right.
Friendship is very important to me. Just like it is to anyone else. It’s always important to have someone to talk to, laugh with, and just be yourself with. We all need friends.
At this age, people say you are supposed to meet those friends that you will have forever. Sounds great, right? It seems to me that it’s always a trial and error with everything and anything in life.
My friends are just as weird as I am and I love it. We talk about boys, boys in bands, love, life, sex, music, plans, goals, etc. Just like any group of friends we’ve got each others backs.
First, there's the mother of the group. She’s the one I tell all my shit too. I swear I feel like a burden, but she always tells me that she doesn’t mind. She's so smart. When I need to know something, I just use her as my personal Google. She’s a bit cooky. She’s friends with me after all. She’s kind. She’s always willing to help. She’s not a pushover though. She fangirls with me. She goes to concerts with me. She's that girl and she's freaking awesome.
My other dearest friend is just crazy. It's the Latina in her. She’s another one that I talk to about life and troubles. Her eyebrows alone let you know when war is coming. It’s all in the face. Her eyebrows are on point though. She always makes me laugh and comes up with the most random things to say. If I want to do a freak show in the middle of the street and start dancing, she will. She’s was teaching me about lipstick. I’m twenty-two and still can’t figure it out. She’s very loving and when she’s got something to say, you will hear her mouth.
Lastly, there is my best guy friend. We don’t see each other much. He’s usually busy working so damn hard (I love you Joey). We’ve been friends since high school. We are the kind of friends that stick out like sore thumbs when we’re out together. I don’t really care. I love him. He’s awesome. He makes me laugh. He’s always there to cheer me up. We met in our 11th grade English class. We had the coolest teacher. We would sit in the back of the class with his Skullcandy headphones an listen to metal and talk about music. He’s tech savvy. He brings me back down to earth. When he’s around, you will have a great time. He crack jokes. He’s great at impression. Most importantly, he is just an all around great guy. I’m his punchline and he’s mine and we understand. We can joke about each other and never be offended. We just get it. We get each other. He truly is the best.
We're all busy adulting (the practice of being an actual adult). Everyone has work or school and we don't get to see each other often, but we're here for each other no matter what. They’re the girls and guy that I always go to when I hit a bump in the road. They’re my homies. My best friends. My confidants. I love them for who they are and they’ve accepted me and welcomed me with open arms. What’s more perfect than that?