Sybil?
I have several, some of them more important than others at the moment. I don’t see any of them very often, as they all love in Florida, and I’m in Massachusetts.
There’s Rashad-currently my closest friend in the world. I’d do anything for him, which right now watches him get his heart broken repeatedly, and being there to comfort him when it does. He’s one of few I still talk to even.
Amanda and Gaea-Pretty much in the same category as each other. We were like sisters all through high school, and now that everyone’s gone their seperate ways, we rarely talk. I’d still be there for them if they needed me, but we don’t have the same relationship we once had.
Sean-I never talk to him, but I love him dearly. After watching him screw up his life a year or so ago, it’s nice to see him getting control again. I miss him the most of everyone in Tally I’d have to say.
Claire- I screwed up, made a mistake, and lost a friend. She says she forgave me, but I know she has a lot of resentment after what I did. I don’t blame her. I just miss our friendship.
A have several other friends that mean the world to me, but I don’t feel like listing them all. A friend of mine once commented that I have tons of ‘best friends’. My theory is that all of them combined makes up one super friend. Kind of a bizarre way to look at it, but it works for me.
To talk about my best friend in the world.
We met when we were working at the same company- we were both pretty new there, and we had “new phone” training on the same day and carpooled to it.
We hit it off right away, and soon realized that we lived just a few miles away from each other. We then carpooled to work every day, sharing our work strife (there was plenty), stories, and fun.
She wanted to learn how to drive a motorcycle, so I went along and took the class, too. (We both got our licenses). She took me under her wing, more like a mom then I’ve ever known, and taught me how to be a nicer person.
She taught me how to cook, how to take care of a house, and how to fold sheets. She encouraged me in everything I did, and most of all, really cared about what went on in my life.
(It was not unusual for her to call me up to ask about how dinner came out if it was a new recipe).
She moved away 1 1/2 years ago to NC (I am in NY), and I can honestly say that I didn’t know I could cry like I did when she left. Although we visit as often as possible, I miss having her nearby where we could pop over to each others house for tea or a cookout. We are still in very close contact, and I send a card/e-mail/phone call at least once a week. I even sent her some NY snow in January.
In short, I love her very much and I’m glad we’re friends. I keep hoping she’ll move back here, but if she doesn’t, NC here I come!
Zette
We’ve known each other for 15 years (we’re 29 so thats half our lives), and we share the same exact birthday. She’s fifteen minutes older than me.
We were extremely bad kids together, skipped school, got high, ran away to party with the older kids. My mom hated her and her mom hated me. One of my favorite memories of our youth was her coming over one school day and waking me up by telling me, “Peg, wake up - I’ve got twenty joints!”
“I’m up, I’m up!”
Now, so many years later, we are still closer than sisters, though much less a coupla hoodlums, and her mom loves me and my mom loves her. 
I talk to her every day, for as many hours as we can say on the phone. We’ve been through marriages and divorces, births of our kids and the death of her father, joy and despair and everything inbetween. She’s been my rock and I’ve always tried to be hers.
I can’t imagine life without her.
[sub]Dammit, now i’m getting all teary. Think I’ll go call her…[/sub]
My best friend is Cindy Lou. That is not really her name, but it is what I have always called her. I think I got it from the “Grinch That Stole Christmas” thing. Anyway, Cindy and I have been best friends since I was 14 and she was 13. She is awesome.
Cindy loves me. She supports me even when she isn’t convinced that I know what I am doing. She tells me when she thinks I am screwing up, but in such a way that I know that even if I ignore her advice, she will still love me. She feeds my cats when I go away, and a few years ago when I was on Maui during a blizzard in my town, she four-wheel drived to my house and made sure that my babies had food and water. Because she knows they are my children to me. She married a man who is one of my other best friends. Although I don’t think that my opinion was any kind of deciding factor in this decision, the fact that she married a man who fit quite comfortably into our little love-fest just indicates how in tune we are.
When the phone rings and it is Cindy calling, I know that it is her before I answer. Flame that if you like, but it is true. When she is having a bad night or I am, chances are that the other of us will wake up and be upset too. This has been so consistant over the years that we don’t hesitate to call each other at 3am if one of us is awake. Not even once has one of us called the other in the middle of the night and not found the other awake.
I never, ever want to face this world without Cindy. She is my rock, my goofygirl, the only person in my life who accepts me as I am, without reservations. I may not be sure that she will like everything about me, but of all the things I am sure of in my life, I am the most sure that no matter what, she loves me and always will.
I am a very, very lucky woman
I would also like to say that I have met people on this board who I consider to be best friends. They have supported me, “held” my while I cried, laughted with me, and done me the honor of allowing me to return the favor. They know who they are…I love them, and I bless the day I found this board because of them.
Cheri
PS: Euty…
I’ll go out drinking with you…I’ll even offer to be the designated driver!
Scotti
Hmmm, I would classify SO as my best friend, but he’s more than that.
Other than that, I really don’t have a “best friend”. I don’t have many friends, period.
I’d definitely have to count my SO as my best friend. I enjoy his company so much, in addition to how much I trust and rely on him.
I used to have a “best friend” here in town, but that cooled off (my choice, when I realized how much she was controlling me and limiting my attachments to other friends and potential friends) and I’ve found that it’s been very difficult to make new friendships that go as deep.
I’ve got dear friends who live far away as I or they have moved, and I’m not such a great correspondent (even by email) so we don’t keep up regularly. But we can pick up the phone as we sometimes do and it’s like no time has passed.
I’ve got an outstanding set of email friends that developed out of a larger email list of moms who were due at the same time. I can confess to them my ugliest, most selfish, most doubtful, most unmotherly of thoughts and know they’ll understand. If anything ever really terrible happened to me and I needed unflagging support, I know I’d probably call them first.
I’ve been blessed with an amazing group of really close friends, but I’d have to say that my best friend is Heather. We’ve been best friends since we were four years old – that’s sixteen whole years of laughing and crying, playing silly games, staying up late and talking about every imaginable subject, gushing over boys we were smitten with (and often reverting to the “guys suck” stance), summers by the lake, dancing, singing, and generally keeping each other sane. I seriously don’t think I’d be alive right now if it weren’t for Heather and people like her. She’s a part of the family – my little sister even refers to her as “my other sister” – and I love her to death. Heather rocks. 
I’m lucky. I have a couple of them. One is right here on these boards–zyzzyva. I’ve said it before, but it should be said again… he’s been my friend for going on 9 years now, and never fails to warm my heart with his friendship.
I have another best friend that I’ve known for about 6 years. We met in college, and quickly became unseparable… where one was, the other was. People started referring to us as “Jay n’ Kate”. When I went home for the summer, I spent the first couple weeks feeling like something was missing. I’d find myself kind of looking for something, but wasn’t sure what, till I realized, I was looking for Jay. We’ve been through more together than I care to remember, and we’ve gotten somewhat distanced due to my moving and things going on in his life, but he’s the kind of friend I know that years could pass without us talking, and we could still pick up where we left off.
I have 3 bests friends in Sweden
and one here in US, Montfort of course.
What I miss is best friends or “just” friends in US.
Feel a bit lonely here sometimes during daytime,
when he works.
Well, crap, I think it’d make more sense to post my feeling about this, not just list who is or isn’t my BF. So I’m back.
I’m sort of a buttoned-up sort of person, and my friendships have tend to be an understanding of common feelings and loyalty, instead of an outright expression of them. Does that make any sense? But every once in a while I’d read about a friendship like the type Scotticher describes. And I craved that.
Then I met someone who wanted to have that sort of friendship with me. Very demonstrative, much talking about the state of our relationship, lots of homage paid to the institution of friendship. She called all the time, we went out together, did girl things, the whole nine yards. Very different for me, but I finally felt like I was having one of those romantacized friendships you always read about. Except she was also throwing in the occasional mindf*ck and doing a lot of manipulating. So here I was having the friendship of a lifetime, and it turns out the other party is a controlling nutcase. I had to get out (and it was like a breakup, let me tell you).
I still mourn that. Not HER, but the friendship that we seemed to have. I don’t seem to be good at creating that sort of friendship environment myself. I just lack something. And now I’ve got the added hurdle of having a hard time trusting someone else. I still feel envious when I read about or hear about someone who has that sort of connection with a friend. But for me it’s like a fairy tale, not something I’m likely to have. I don’t mean that to sound self-pitying. It’s just an observation. I’ve got those quieter friendships, where the depth sort of lurks under the surface. I promise to be there if you need me, but I’m not going to give you a hallmark card saying that.
I’m incredibly lucky to have more than a couple of dear and close friends. I’m with FairyChatMom on the “husband-as-a-best-friend” thing. We’re as close as two people can be and i can trust him with every part of myself, but I wouldn’t call him a best friend, since that would imply my relationship with him is on the same level as my relationships with my other friends.
I wouldn’t be able to pick one best friend. I have a friend who I can tell anything - things I’d be embarrassed or reluctant to admit to one of my other friends - and he can do the same with me. I have a kind of drinking buddy friend who will stay up and laugh with me, and who understands when I just don’t feel like talking about something, since she’s the same way. I’ve got a friend who I would go to if my life fell utterly apart, and I know she would take the best care of me (and I’d do the same for her). There are a couple of others who are also very dear to me. I can’t classify or rank these friendships. Each of them is as unique as the people I share them with, and that’s enough.
Oddly enough, now that I think of it, none of these people live in the same city as I do. We visit fairly frequently, and we stay in touch by phone and computer, but I don’t have anyone I could just call on a Friday night to go out with.
Sometimes I think that’s how we maintain such close friendships, since I wouldn’t be able to take that kind of intensity day in, day out. The kind of relationship Cranky describes would creep me right out (although I’ve done the Hallmark-card thing with all of the above people at least once, when it seemed appropriate).
Let’s see…can I fit the words “relationship” and “friendship” into this post one more time?
My best friend died one year ago yesterday. But I did have one.
I tend to have the same sort of friendships as Cranky…everything just sort of goes without saying. I’ve known my best friend for 16 years, although we only really became friends about 8 or 9 years ago (when we hit college together). I think long-term exposure to me has permanently warped the poor lad–he’s no longer disturbed by my sense of humor.
Previewing… 
{{Silver Fire}}
What? You mean y’all don’t count?
Now I have to find a new one…
Dang.
I’ve gotta go along with some others and say it doesn’t seem healthy to me to consider one’s SO their “best friend.” IMHO, your best friend should be the person you talk to about your SO. But, to each his own.
I currently have three best friends, in the sense that I trust them with just about any knowledge about me or care of my possessions, all the way up to and possibly including my cats and my life.
There’s David, who I’ve known for eight years and who was my roommate for three. We’ve become such close friends that we can replace whole conversations with meaningful looks, and can hurl the most outrageous insults at each other without giving real offense. He’s like the brother I never had; if I ever get married (knock wood) he’s on the shortlist to be best man.
And Ashlee, my closest female friend ever, who tells me how I’m screwing up with girls (and I warn her about how boys lie). Every man needs a friend like Ashlee: I can ask her questions about women’s biology that I could never ask a girlfriend, my mother or my sister.
Last but certainly not least, there’s Ryan, whose personality is so similar to mine it’s like our brains were both mapped from the same disk image, to borrow a term from computer geekdom. I appreciate the wide diversity among my friends, but it’s also essential, I think to have a friend to whom you never have to say “just kidding” or explain “you’d get that if you’d read (insert book title here).”
I hope we’ve restored your faith, evilbeth. I think your coworkers are anomalous.
Well, my friend Laurel counts, in an odd way. Our moms roomed together in college and we’ve just never not been friends. Even when she moved a five hour drive away when I was little. Even when I moved an extra six hours two years ago. I’m really excited about this summer, she’s renting a place down my street! For the first time in almost 15 years I’ll be able to see her on a regualr basis! Yea!!! (I’m 19, just to give some perspective on how cool that is)I just love her, shes beautiful, talented, smart…everything that is good and that is Laurel.
My beloved SO is pretty high on the list. Will tell me when I’m being silly but not be upset about it and loves me dearly anyway.
And our very own Le Sang who keeps me sane and my grades decent.
My best friend is my sister. I couldn’t stand her when we were growing up, but now that we’re grown we’re inseparable. We can and do talk to each other about anything and everything. Sometimes I’ll be thinking something, and before I can utter it she’ll respond. A lot of times we can just look at each other and know what the other is thinking about–usually it’s something naughty–and we’ll both start laughing. I love my sister!
I have other best friends whom I don’t see regularly because they live in other states and other countries, but anytime we reconnect either in person, on the phone, or virtually, we pick up right where we left off. I can and do talk to them about anything and everything. Although I don’t have the kind of connection with them that I do with my sister, I love them like sisters.
Like others I wouldn’t call my husband my best friend (for the reasons stated). Unlike Fiver I don’t think you should talk about your SO to others, seems like a betrayal of sorts IMHO. However, I broke that rule for the first time today, so who am I to talk.
My work hours have been so crappy for the last two years, that I have let most all friendships slip away. So, no current ‘best friend’ right now.