I decided to use the old adage “a picture is worth a thousand words” to inspire a random post every once in a while — basically, the objective is to find pictures that sum up whatever topic I feel like writing about, and then try to use those thousand words to describe what is so quickly summed up in an image.
BFFs: life is a haaaaaiiiul of a lot less exciting and happy without them.
I’m the type of gal who has a lot of friendly acquaintances but only a handful of close friends — all of whom I adore. This is largely because I am, in short, a total weirdo. The sarcastic, wisecracking nerd-athlete-goofball motif kind of requires a niche market, y’know?
After years of trying to make myself generically likable, I finally shook off that ridiculous idea and embraced my weirdo self.
Not surprisingly, once I started to seek out people who appreciate me for who I am and find my goofy, smartass, nerdy tendencies to be endearing (or at least tolerable), my friendships became a lot more meaningful, satisfying, and enjoyable.
In short, I found — and in some cases, reconnected with — my people. And now? I really effing love my friends.
This week has featured four nuggets of awesomeness from my friends…and because I work in DC, I can’t help but to make a numeric list of these major doses of awesome:
1) a brief but wonderful reunion on Monday (over delicious Thai food, no less) with one of my dearest friends who was driving through DC with her husband,
2) an email from my junior high BFF, who I haven’t seen in years but whom I talk with all the time, saying that she’ll be visiting DC in two weeks,
3) another email from one of my dearest grad school friends — she now lives in Europe — saying that she’ll be visiting DC in April,
4) my best friend’s birthday (she and I have been best friends since the first week of first grade, so she’s more like a sister at this point).
Since some of my close friends live far away — my maid of honor and all but one of my bridesmaids live in places ranging from Pennsylvania to Georgia to Seattle — these visits are a really big deal.
While a good number of my friends live in DC, the key commonality with all these people is what happens when I hang out with them: we laugh so much that our stomachs hurt. We all share alarmingly similar senses of humor, and the silliness that goes down when we get together is truly epic.
A case in point: I’m pretty sure that our antics ruined the restaurant’s ambiance on Monday night during our brief dinner reunion, but I was having such fun and laughing so hard that this didn’t even occur to me until the next day. To any patrons whose dinners were disrupted from the riotous laughter, my apologies.
With all my close friends, whenever we get together we practically pull abdominal muscles from all the guffawing, and frankly, I’m shocked I haven’t given myself a hernia yet. In this case, what we all look like really can be best summed up in an image:
‘Nuff said. 🙂