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I’ve been through a few best
friends since Madison Daub, and I’ve learned that while I would love for the words,
“will you be my best friend,” to be a binding contract to ensure that each
party perform all duties and responsibilities of a best friend, and all those
failing to adhere to the Rule Book of Best Friends would be smote by the Friend
Gods and put on a probationary period wherein they cannot pursue any new
friendships and can definitely not be included on any trips to get coffee
and/or froyo, the process is a bit more complicated.
I have always had a theory about
friends:
“Can you do me a favor?”
I like to consider myself the queen
of can-you-do-me-a-favor. I should
probably have a weekly quota. I always
find myself forgetting something or waiting until the last minute, which
usually means waiting until it’s too late, in my case. It’s something I’ve tried working on, but now
I’ve just accepted it as an annoying quirk that I try to play off as endearing
(I’ve learned this can work if I usually include a smiley face after everything
I say).
I typically gauge the seriousness
of my friendships based on that question.
The friends that answer, “what do you need? I’ll see what I can do,” may
be worth it. But the friends who answer,
“yeah, girl. Wait—do I have to put pants
on?” are the ones you cling to.
It seems like an idiotic way to
evaluate the company you surround yourself with, but let me explain: the deepest friendships are those punctuated with
the mutual and unadulterated desire to give, no matter the circumstances—even if
they are unknown. And through the years that
I’ve been socially cognizant, I’ve had to learn the hard way that these type of
friends don’t come easily. But I’ve also
stumbled upon a handful of people who would drop everything and put on pants if
I’m ever in need. No romantic
relationship could ever put a dent in the solid friendships I have now, and I’ll
be the first to say, I’m down to ride ‘til I die for my bad bitches.
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This
may seem like unsolicited advice, but I’ve been doing some soul-searching lately
(that’s what people call it, right? Soul-searching? When you find out all this
deep stuff about yourself that only surfaces during a transitional or traumatic
period, oh, like say, I don’t know, uprooting your life and moving 16 hours
away from your family and establishing yourself in a new city where you’ll be
living alone and drowning in student loans), and I’ve come to understand that I
would fight for friendships like the ones I have, and this is why:
Honesty. Every
relationship needs it. Whether it’s
brutal honesty, or fessing up to something you’ve done, mutual honesty is a
must. You don’t like this new guy your
girl starts seeing? Tell her. If your
girl has food in her teeth, pick it out.
Offer some floss. That’s what
friends are for. Maybe white isn’t her
color. Don’t you dare let her go out
looking like a polar bear. Friends talk
openly about EVERYTHING. Be there to
revel in the fact that you are sharing the most visceral part of life with
someone: the honest goddamn truth.
Reliability. Friends are there in a time of need. They drive in from an hour away to bring you
wine and good company when some asshole breaks your heart. They pick you up when your piece of shit car
breaks down and you’re left cursing on the shoulder of I-65. You tell a friend you’ll be there for her big
show? You show up 20 minutes early and sit in the front row. With a bouquet of fucking flowers. That’s a badass friend.
Camaraderie. You just like being around each other. You could be sitting at a crowded bar or miserably
sweating your asses off at the gym at that spin class you both regret signing
up for or sharing a blanket and Ben & Jerry’s while you cry over every Ryan
Reynolds movie ever made, and it’s still the highlight of your week. Phone calls turn into hour-long gossip
sessions wherein you discuss everything from how much you hate your job to how
much you love your new Michael Kors bag that you worked overtime at that god-awful
job to scrounge up the funds for.
Give and take. A friendship is an exchange, not a transaction.
It’s not one-sided, and most of the time, it’s selfless. The constant need to keep giving, not asking
anything in return, but knowing damn well that your back is covered. Listening and offering advice. Knowing when to talk and when to shut up
(believe me, this one has been hard for me to master). It’s sending stupid cards for no reason, and
unsolicitedly complimenting her new profile picture that makes her boobs look
like they could rival ScarJo’s and liking all of her Instagrams, even if every
single one is of her on the toilet or of her dog (whoops….).
Shameless tomfoolery. You know you’ve found good friends when you
can’t keep yourself out of trouble. Like
crashing a college party at a bar that clearly you were not invited to, or
lying about your birthday to get free drinks.
Fulfilling friendships are thrilling, because there’s a level of trust
in knowing that if you fuck up, you’re never alone. You’re in this shit together, so you may as
well live it up.
Compassion and
understanding. You feel what your
friends feel. Excitement for a new job
or a raise. Cautious and protective when
pursuing a new relationship. Sadness
when things don’t work out the way we wanted them to. You cry with them and laugh with them, and
say the same thing at the same time so often that it’s scary. You understand the subtleties of a look and
speak without words; like the “get this creep away from me” glare, or “what the
fuck is she wearing” gaze.
Love. This by far is what I’ve learned holds
friendships together. It is unconditional. There is no mileage, no lapse of time, and no
life-altering event that can change this.
You could talk every day, or once a week, but everything you have is
still there. You know and understand all
the reasons why you’re friends, and you’re thankful every day.
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I'm going to be asking for favors for the rest of my life. For all my friends out there: get ready to put your pants on and help a sister out.
Great piece, Jess. Even though I may not see you for a long time, I would place myself in the category of a friend who would do anything for you so long as it did not require pants, or even a shirt for that matter. I tend to solve problems nude. #TMI You know I am always willing to let you know that what you are about to wear out makes you look terrible.
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B-Rams The Killa,
ReplyDeleteI appreciate everything you do for the sole purpose of being the best you. And when you're not your best you, you can count on me to call you out for being an insensitive asshole.
Keep your nudity to yourself. No one wants to see a Melvin in the nude.
Love you, betch.
Dottie dot,
ReplyDeleteOnce again, you make me so proud. Everything you do is both inspiring and insighftul, and I'm so happy to have you in my life, even if its only through SnapChat and stalking your blogs.
Wishing you the best,
Momma :)
I was asked to not read this at work because I was laughing too much. Thank you for being awesome and I look forward to intently reading your blog posts at work until I get fired. (I will continue to read them afterwards as well)
ReplyDeletePants are off and ready! I miss you already! <3
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