Tuesday, August 14, 2007
An Ode to Friends
Here is a photo of my and my two best friends taken last Christmas. Nothing more recent? Apparently not. Anyway, we all look pretty much the same. Left to right you will see me (alias Bubba or DMB1), Milly (DMB2), and Ceku (DMB3). We also refer to ourselves, amongst ourselves, as the Dancing Murder Bears. Why? Why ask why? Ask instead, why not?
When I get myself into my funky little moods, I don't know what I would do without pals to sort of talk me down. They don't even need to actually focus on my mood. All they need to do is talk to me. There is just something about genuine friendship. It is both less and more complicated than familial relationships. Your family is your family. Those thick blood ties that sometimes comfort and sometimes strangle. Your friends are a choice and that choice is very freeing somehow. My friends Milly and Ceku give me a version of me that is funny, strong, and able to handle the shit.
Who are you best friends and what do they give you?