Monday, February 18, 2008

Real Friends = Family

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his cell phone.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend calls you after you had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!

I spent the weekend in Columbus with Peggy, Roger, Sandy, and Sam. (Adam came too!) The weekend was awesome and besides going to the movies, we just hung out, ate, and played games. I love times spent like that with my very best friends and I get completely bummed out when I have to leave them. I've said before that my friends are my family. Without getting into too many details (trust me, it’s another post) my entire family puts the fun in dysfunctional. Its not that we all don't get along (we usually don't), but we're all (my extended family -- grandma, aunts, cousins) completely different. So different, sometimes you look around and wonder why we were all put together the way we were, I'm still trying to figure it out. I learned over the years that my extended family is like my co-workers, we might have to be together for certain things, but we don't have to hang out and be buddies so to speak. And for that reason, my friends are my family!

My friends’ rock! Seriously, real, honest to goodness friends. I love the above breakdown because it’s so true. All my friends have had refrigerator privileges at my house almost since the beginning. Most of them have their own keys. I go to their parents for advice, when I don't like what mine are telling me. When something goes wrong, they're the ones I call crying. When good things happen they are the ones I call first. We all make fun of each other and can laugh about it instead of getting mad or upset. We're the kind who run around taking goofy pictures, for the sole purpose of putting them online or go to Krogers in the middle of the night because we're having a craving for Striped Delight (a kick ass dessert). We've plotted how we are going to meet and make sure our adopted mom's new boyfriend is good enough for her.

My friends and I aren't carbon copies of each other -- some have more style and sophistication than I ever will, some are married with children, some are in different places in their life than I am, some are more focused or more laid back than I can ever hope to be. Some I talk to often, and others just sporadically. Somewhere along the way though, we found each other and became family. Just like family we sometimes drive each other crazy, get into silly arguments or disagreements, but at the end of the day, I know that any single one of them would be there for me; and that means the world to me.



"Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends."