Your BFF, your bestie, your confidant, your wingman, your amigo, and most often, I’m your best friend. I wear that badge proudly, with a smile and my chin slightly tilted upward, my half of the golden broken heart charm dangling on my chest. You know the necklace.
Best friend…that’s not just any term…BEST. That’s a big deal, and I don’t take it lightly. One of my hidden talents is my ability to climb right up the friendship ladder to the top…the BEST spot, and I. LOVE. IT!!!
I surround myself with a huge circle of friends, one that continues to grow now that I’ve joined this world of blogging, and I love each of them/you dearly. I do. That’s part of it. When I’m your friend, I truly love you. I think about you. I remember things that you say you like, your favorites, the kind of music you listen to, the little things that fill your world with light, even if it’s yoda undies, and I pull out little pieces of my secret stash whenever any of my friends needs a little sparkle. I love to make people laugh and smile and just be happy, so people tend to gravitate to me. I’m good with this.
I make myself available, whether it’s via phone call, which anyone who really knows me knows I absolutely loathe talking on the phone. After years of sales and being on the phone all day long, it pains me when it rings…seriously, but I will pick it up and put it to my ear, and I will discuss what an asshole your husband is or whether or not you should start working out (yes, always yes), and what to say to your teenage daughter who may or may not be having sex, or simply talk about the news. I will answer. And sometimes, an hour will slip by, and I’ll still be there, listening, and talking with you because you need me, so I’m available. Period. When you’ve had a shitty day at work, I’ll chat with you online and try to make you feel better, even if it’s just to say, “that really sucks, man.” I return annoyed texts with snarky remarks, or sometimes, I just send you half naked photos of a hot guy or a weird whacky video that made me laugh, just to let you know you crossed my dirty little mind. Because I’m your friend, and that’s a big deal.
I’m your biggest fan. When you need someone to cheer you on, I’m there, doing my best herkiewith my pom poms out , shaking them and screaming: You can do it!!! I encourage. I motivate. I rally.
When someone wrongs you, I hate them with you, with passion. I will rant with you about what a bitch she is and how much more awesome you are than she because I am always on your side. Always. I will help you come up with ways to get back at your boss when he’s being an asshole, even if it’s just lowering his office chair every morning before he comes in, and I’ll stay on the phone with you and laugh when he plops down and looks around to see if anyone noticed. When a man or woman breaks your heart, I go with you to the voodoo lady to make the doll, and together we stick it full of pins and laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
I run to you when you’re sick. I cry with you when you’re sad. I celebrate with your happiness, and I pick you up from the floor when the world sucks out your steam. Because I’m your friend, and that’s a big deal.
People always say, “You can’t choose your family.” But my friends choose me, and I don’t ignore that, and when he or she uses the term “best”, I commit to the title. I tackle it, and I make it my bitch. One of my hidden talents is being a best friend, and I’m really good at it.
I’m hopping on the “finish the sentence Friday train”. You can, too. I don’t really know the rules. Copy that cute little pic below and see what the other talents are out there. We’ll see if I get kicked out….