Tuesday, November 22, 2011

beautiful, sometimes awful,and wonderful

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another,
'What! You too? I thought I was the only one” ~C.S. Lewis
That quote caught my attention last week and I have been pondering it ever since.

I don't think I had realized how true that was until recently.

The "rules" in adult life are crazy.

When something fan-fabulantasic happens
society teaches us to

Be Modest

Don't Brag

Maybe do an internal happy dance, but then move on.


When the walls come crashing down,

don't ask for help,

don't admit defeat,

and by all means don't flap your jaws about it.

Just move on.

I am lucky enough to have been blessed with friends in my life with whom I can be completely honest in the good and the bad. In the happy and the sad.

From middle school to the nursing home we need those friends who just "get it."
I have discovered over the last couple years
that the more honest I am with my friends the more honest I am with myself.

I know right?

I thought it would be the other way around too!

It happens ever so slightly when I take the risk and be real and a friend will chime in and I am like
"yes, yes that is it! I would have never put that together but you are so right!" and I am one step closer to understanding not them, but myself!
just as quickly when that bond is there
that friend can put you back in your "place" because sometimes that is just as necessary!

It's beautiful, sometimes awful, and wonderful all at the same time!

My life is far from perfect.
I am not perfect.
No one is.

Thankfully I have friends who are real because without them I would be faking it, but trudging along in this "perfect" world where everyone continues to push themselves to dangerously high "perfect" levels.

I am thankful for my imperfect life and my ability to openly love and hate it,
with my ever so slightly imperfect,
but perfectly wonderful,

I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod;
my shadow does that much better.” ~Plutarch

Honest moment #7658, I typed a post from 8:30 to 9:30 and got some error code that it wouldn't save. I right click and copy it. Paste it on a new entry. Same error code pops up. I do it again. Edit the title. Hit the button, same error code. Log out. Log in. Paste...and $%*! (see cursing post below)I copied the title in attempt #3 to save and when I got the error code I closed it and lost it all! $%*!&. Screw it. Wash the dishes. NO way is it lost..let me try to recover it...not it's lost.
and now this is the it is now 10:30, retyped, not as polished, something is missing but it's late and I am peeved off version. $%@*! grrrrrr


The Preister's said...

I have discovered that it is nice to have 'friends'...but TRUE friends need their own category. I can "fake it til I make it" with anyone...but my friends know me, and they still seem to think the same way about me as those who don't have a clue! (meaning they haven't left me for being crazy and whatever else I am!) What does that tell me, my real-true-blue friends are amazing and love the bi-winning-ness which is me ;-)

after all...not just anyone can be a total frick'en rockstar from mars, now can they?!!

Tiff said...

Oh, you are so right. This has been on my heart a lot lately. I've often confided in people before, only to have gotten laughed at and talked about. BUT, there a few, a very few that I'd trust with the inner most thoughts and pains. This post really touched me. Thanks for sharing...it's pretty raw. I love it.