What is so special about your best friend? What makes them your best friend?
I am fortunate to have aha as a best friend, cause he’s the bestest.
I also have a best friend at work, and CanadianSue is also one of my best friends. These people are always there, to support me when I need it and to share with me their times in life too. No matter what stupid things I do, they still stand beside me no matter what. And believe me I’ve done some really stupid things.
I hope I am as good a friend to them. Sometimes we need to just let these people know how special they are to us.
My best friend is upstairs sorting out the girl’s drawers whilst I entertain the baby who has been a big grump this evening which is unusual for her.
Lola and I have been tag teaming with the baby so that we can get some things done… I get to do laundry!
My best friend is an internet friend named Dianne. She lives about 4 hours away, so I don’t get to see her often, but we’re meeting tomorrow to go white-water rafting. She’s consistantly been there for my when my life’s been it’s hardest, when the depression was it’s blackest. She’s allowed me to support her through legal troubles, work troubles and family problems. She’s a presurgical transexual who is going from heterosexual male to lesbian female. She worries about me, she nags me and she is my cheerleader. I could wish that she was staying a man, so that we could be even more to each other. But male or female, straight or gay, she’s my best friend.
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Ultress you give as good as you take baby…having best friends is powerful important and I am proud to call you mine.
I could write pages about why my best friend is so special. I won’t do that but I will tell you that part of the reason she’s my best friend is because she is kind hearted, intelligent, generous, and absolutely a hoot! Plus she always knows when to call. I can be thinking about her and within a couple of minutes the telephone will ring.
Are you reading this Jill? 
My best friend is this little guy that luuuvs me so much. No matter what stupid hair-brained ideas I come up with. It is my husband. I can spend every hour with himand I never get annoyed, which is odd for me. He also contorts to my will. heehee
At the risk of sounding like a greeting card, my best friend is my husband. He is incredibly accepting of me and all my foibles. He finds what I say interesting. He respects my views. He makes me laugh. He keeps me grounded when the world is crazy. He thinks I’ve got a great ass even though it’s overweight and saggy. He is fascinating and always surprises me with what he is interested in.
There is a woman who used to call herself my best friend (and vice versa) but she’s pretty neurotic and a control freak. She was making me nuts and I’d just try harder because hey, that’s what friendship is about, right? Being accepting, holding up your end? Anyway, I’m still trying to knit together my psyche after that one, and I think once that happens I’ll look forward to also having a female “best friend” in addition to my spouse.
I’d have trouble distinguishing between which of my friends is my best friend. They are all very different from each other, but all have a few things in common. Most of them are non-judgmental and tolerant of human errors and frailties (this is good because I am quite forgetful, and somewhat reclusive). And they all make me laugh, lots.
My partner Bob has a wonderful sense of humor and is very kind and gentle.
My sister Jane and I tell each other everything and help each other through bouts of depression and life’s bumps and ruts, and share clothing occasionally.
My neighbor Sandy is like another sister. Sometimes I wave at her through the window when we are talking on the phone.
I have known my friend Margaret since high school (we graduated in the early '70s), and her husband is one of my friends also. We don’t see each other often because of geographical distance, but when they are here, all my family lives around here comes to see them also.
Well, my very best friend is my husband. And that’s as it should be. He is supportive, caring, funny, strong…everything I need him to be.
My mom is also one of my best friends. Always has been. We enjoy spending time together. She knows when to be my mom and when to be my friend. Almost always gets it right, too.
My other best friend I met 16 years ago at college. We have been through SO much together. Cried all over each other about men. Suffered losses together. Shared books, movies, Ren Fests, and for 1 1/2 years, a house. We were so close, her co-workers thought we were “more than friends”, which gave us both a really good laugh. If they had only known she was dating one of the guys she worked with…(strictly forbidden…) We hardly ever see each other now, because of our schedules, but I rarely fail to think of her every day.
My best friend (aside from my husband) is one of the most unique people I have ever met. She is totally original. She is a great friend, a great mom to her daughter, a great singer, a great (if strange) dresser–she’s just wonderful. I’m actually in the process of writing a book about her for her daughter. In a rare moment of being drugged half out of my mind on painkillers, I’m going to post the epilogue to the book right here in this thread. No flames please–I wrote it a long time ago and if you knew her, it would make sense!
She is complex. Simply complex—nothing more. She rummages through the discarded personalities scattered on the floor looking for who she’s going to be today. Is it the purple hippie skirt with the green leggings or will it be a simple sweater with daisy-print jeans? Either way she’s going to wear Mary Janes. She has twenty-seven pairs and she loves them all. All except the green ones—the girl down the hall with the sunflower umbrella wears those now. She’s definitely going to pick something that shows her tattoo. It is the size of a quarter. A quarter is much bigger than you think when it’s on your body. The guy with the Clockwork Orange toy gave it to her. Fantastic and paper towels added to the self-congratulatory badge for performing wonderfully evil deeds earning an eternity in hell, at least if the preachers were right. Giving a final glance in her face-encrusted mirror to her David Cassidy hair, she embarks on her day.
I am lucky in that I have a few of the most wonderful people in my life.
Miss Ultress is one of the kindest and warmest people I have ever met. She can make me laugh even when I am feeling the lowest. She is compassionate but also can play devil’s advocate when I am in deep thought with a problem. She has been there for me many times and we have shared our inner most thoughts. Vickie is not my “online friend” she is my friend. I rarely distinguish between online and here where I live friends. A friend is just that, a friend. I was just lucky enough to meet her, online, and we have had the opportunity to spend time together. Now if I could just convince her that Edmonton really is the place for her and that chips are not the best breakfast diet for my son 
Aryn is someone I met through work several years back and it amazes me how fast we became so close. She is part of my life and part of my son’s life in such a big way.
And then there is Lisa. Truly the most unique person I have ever met. We have been close friends since we were 5. She is a free spirit who lives life the way she feels it should be lived. She moved to Calgary a few years back and tends to pop in at the oddest times. Last week she called me at 6 in the morning and said “guess where I am”. “Where” I sleepily replied, expecting her to be lost in the mountains or something like that. “Outside your back door waiting for my coffee, now get your lazy ass out of bed”. She never ceases to amaze me and its always just like I saw her yesterday, we can just pick up right where we left off.
I also have a couple more but this post is getting long.
My best friend is James, a.k.a. Hamish. I love him absolutely to bits. He’s been the most amazing mentor and companion to me basically ever since we met. He’s opened up a miraculous world of thoughts and ideas and emotions to me that I never had dreamt were possible, and he’s stood by me in all my personal turmoil in that time. Oh, and for good measure he cured my virginity.
At the risk of bringing a downer to this thread, I started thinking about this when I was reading this this morning, and suddenly came to a realization.
I don’t really have any friends.
I have acquaintainces at work, but don’t really see any of them socially. And because of the rather extreme circumstances of my family life (ask me about it), I don’t even get the chance to go out socially much. Even online, there are very few people who I regularly e-mail, IM, or ICQ with on a regular basis. About 99.99% of my e-mail is either DisneyShorts or Straight Dope related. Sex? Forget it. I came to the realization that if I were to die, there would be very few people who would even realize it (or even care) until a few months went by and somebody suddenly realized that I wasn’t around anymore.
Okay … pity party’s over.
I’ve had the same best friend for over 15 years. We live very far from each other, and I’m lucky to see her once a year. We lead very different lifestyles - she is married, a schoolteacher, owns a house in the suburbs; I’m terminally single, rent a room in a city house, spend most of my lowly income on drink and travel. We have long since outgrown the similar interests we had when we were younger. We forget each other’s birthdays, and can often go for months without even a phonecall or an email. But if I rang her up now we could easily spend two hours without ever running out of things to say. I love her to death. She is the warmest, funniest person I have ever met and even though it may seem as though she is hardly a part of my life, I really can’t imagine it without her.
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In my day to day life my husband is my best friend. I love him so much and enjoy his company. I miss him when we are apart. Even though we love each other and live the same lifestyle we are two completely different people. Well, obviously, but what I mean is that we are two completely different character types and while our basic tastes mesh and we enjoy spending time together we have totally different hobbies and outlooks on religion, people, well just life in general. Although we do rub off on each other. :> We respect each other’s opinions, have great discussions, great sex and love to hang out together pretty exclusively. But I can not be his everything nor can he be mine.
Now, my best female friend Wendy and I live completely different day to day lives. She has two kids, thrives on high drama and likes her men to be dumb and pretty. God I hate her choice in men. We do however have similar beliefs in religion, similar tastes in literature and ideas on what a good time is. I love her to pieces and I think that we have been friends and family in many different life times. I have not really consciously put this into words but when we first met when I was fifteen and she fourteen her friendship pulled me from an emotional and spiritual abyss that I could not get out of. She saved my life if not literally than figuratively I don’t think I’ve ever told her that. Next time I see her I will.
Ultress… I too have very special people in my life, and CanadianSue is truly one at the top of my list. There are some on this board that are very close to my heart. In the past year I have been through more than any one person deserves. The last, being a few weeks ago, the passing of my husband. At the age of 44 that’s a very hard thing to handle. I have talked of this man before, of the pride I have in him. As a Command Masterchief, In the United States Navy, I can only talk of him with pride. As a military wife of 22 years, I thank him for the honor he gave me. Even though we were separated this passed year, he remained my very best friend. There were some people on this board that were with me during this time. You know who you are in your heart. I left the board for a time, but could not stay away from such wonderful people. Ultress, thank you for this post. I’ve always believed, in order to have a friend, you must be one. I hope to many of you, I am that friend…
I’m asking.
You may have more friends than you realize. I hope this is true.
My beautiful, sexy fiancee Celeste is the most generous person I know. She is generous with her time, her money and her sweet, sweet lovin’. I call her my “Piscean Love Goddess”, because she has all the poise, warmth and approachability that befits a Goddess of love.
Celeste’s daughters, Paige and Hanna are absolute darlings. We could talk about clouds and the why and wherefores of life for hours.
Ashley is my intellectual match. My idea of heaven is lying on her bed with some tea and making fun of Noam Chomsky (not cause we hate him - we love that guy) while analyzing Tori Amos lyrics.
The tall blond huntress in the corner is Katrina, aka Artemis Katmo. We bow together at the altar of David Bowie, scream at each other over who was better, the Romans or the Greeks, go out for sushi and psychoanalyze ourselves. We have the same birthday.
My brother Nathan plays Nintendo for me. I cheer him through the more challenging parts of Donkey Kong Country. We quote episodes of The Simpsons and used to compete to see who could get mom to snort milk out of her nose at the dinner table (I don’t live at home anymore). I can never say no to him, that rapscallion. He could charm a monkey out of a tree.
My nanny, mentor and spiritual teacher, Rita is the one person in my life who is closest to God. She has been practicing yoga for over twenty years, and is raising four luminous children who are utter joys to be around. She is also one of the most intelligent people I know. She does not fit the stereotype of the lovey-dovey hippie who has let their brain turn to harmless mush. She is always persuing truth, and she shares her revelations very generously with me.
I’ve spent 20 minutes trying to compose the first paragraph of this post. There are just too many reasons, most of which I’m having trouble putting into words, why I consider these people my best friends.
Catte and Robin are my best friends. They have been for ages. These are the ones who, even after everyone else disappears, will be around. In 60 years, the three of us will be in our mid- to late-eighties, sharing a house, bitching about our ungrateful children and their wretched offspring whilst Oingo Boingo plays in the background.
Terry is one of my best friends. When I was a teenager, she was like an aunt. She pulled no punches with me, but she was more like a mentor, and I learned a lot from her. In many ways, I am who I am because of what I learned from Terry, and she is one of my most treasured friends.
As far as my multitudes of online pals, I’m pretty open with anyone I talk to, and most of my friends are people I’ve met through this board. I adore all of them for various reasons.
Psykitty, Valerieblaise, Falcon, Cristi, Opal and Guanolad: because there are certain somethings (mostly different things) they know about better than anyone. They understand, and they’re not condescending or judgmental. They’re all helpful, accessible, and honest. I don’t talk to them everyday. I don’t email them with any regularity. It’s just a great comfort knowing they’re around.
Melin, astrangefish, and TVeblen are the ones who know everything. And…there’s a lot to say here, but it’s just easier to leave it at that.
There’s enough love in me to share with a lot of people. Most people know most things about me, a few people know everything about me, and I’m honored to know them all.
After a year long hiatus between me and my best friend, we got together yesterday for a picnic; it turned into an all night gab session and I had forgotten how much I really love her. She knows all my good points and bad and I know hers and we STILL love each other; that’s a real friend!