I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my friends. I have a lot of them. I don’t mean that in an obnoxious way at all. I kind of have a problem, actually. I get very invested and very attached quickly. I’m actually not good with strangers at all, but if I meet people at work or through an activity I pretty much assume we’re friends for life. Also, I’m hispanic, so pretty much anyone I meet more than twice is instantly family.
Don’t get me wrong, I definitely am not a perfect friend. I like too much ‘me time’ so that doesn’t make me available all too often. I am kind of a dork, so I’m not the friend to call if you want to have a crazy night on the town. However, I think all my friends know that I will be there for them in any way I possibly can….as long as it does not involve a club. I have my limitations.
I’m pretty sure I have OCD, and that translates to my relationships with my friends. I have them all compartmentalized. I have my school friends, I have sports friends, I have my University friends, my theatre school friends, my show friends, my family friends, my work friends, my other work friends, you get the idea. I don’t generally mix friends…much like you should not mix your liquors. I like them neatly in their place where I can keep track of them and tell them apart. It can get confusing sometimes.
I recently went to the wedding of one of my best friends, Melissa, from High School. She married the man of her dreams after having had some not so stellar relationships/experiences in the past. I could not have been happier for her. There are 7 of us from school that are still very close, and all of us were there to see our beautiful friend walk down the aisle to marry her best friend (well, WE’RE her best friends, obviously, but you know what I mean).
That whole evening I couldn’t stop smiling. I had sort of forgotten how amazing it felt to have us all together. We have separate lives now and we’re all pursuing our own dreams, so to have us all together is rare. I also got a little giddy and my friend Christina and I might have taken it a little too far at the photo booth, but that’s a whole other story.
The point it I was reminded of how lucky I am to have this group of women in my life. We are all so different that I’m sure people wonder how we can all be friends. I don’t know what it is, but our differences might be the thing that brings us together. We appreciate each other and our quirks.
I know I’ve been horrible at telling them how much I love and appreciate them these last few years so I thought this would be the best way to do it. In this post, showing this picture from the wedding, and embarrassing them. I love you, girls.
(Ginny….I wish you were in this picture…love you too!)