I just realised what great friends I have.
I have these great friends. There’s maybe half a dozen in my core group, some of whom I’m closer to than others. And they’re, y’know, friendly. And smart and funny, and full of friendly qualities.
We play chess in Starbucks, and geek on about Buffy and LotR and the like.
And tonight they made me cry.
We were rambling around, me because I had to head back to uni and write the Monster Essay From Hell, them keeping me company til they went to work.
We wound up talking about respect, as in who do you pay the most attention to, etc.
At which point, out of the blue, L turns around and says, ‘we were talking about this the other day, and we decided it was you’
‘…’ I say
‘Yea’ says S. ‘you’re all trustable or something. Whatever it is, we think you’re great.’
I’m still staring at them.
‘Silly manx’ says L. ‘we love you’
And then they caught their bus to work.
I spent all secondary school depressed and miserable. Occasionally I look at them and can’t quite believe that they’re friends with me. And that is hands down the most spontaneously kind thing and one has ever said to me. So much so that I got all teary, and sniffled my way happily back to uni, where I stared happily into space for a while.
(So my day turned out great! How 'bout yours?)