Friends Are

There are a lot of ways to describe friends, to say what friends really are. You could use the dictionary definition. You could probably come up with something comparable on your own. You could say “friends are like” and compare your friend to some character in a book or show or movie. Still, that doesn’t capture the full picture. Like “love”, “friends” are very hard to define. (This is not coincidence, in my opinion.) There are certain things abot friends that escape the traditional Merriam-Webster/OED/Roget/etc definition. Here are a few I’ve learned through the past 22 years:

Friends are the people you can tell “I’m morally offended by [something silly]”, and they will roll with it. At the same time, you can tell them your deepest, darkest secrets and fears, and they will accept you for who you are, warts and all. They will make fun of you, of course, but in a way that makes you not feel so bad about all these things. Sometimes, they will say, “Oh, I knew that already”, and just keep on going.

Friends are the people who will conduct a scientific experiment to see how many different noises you make when poked. They will dance with you like nobody’s watching, and will teach you how to dance. They will stay up all night talking with you about everything, no matter how silly or serious it gets, and neither of you will regret it. Hopefully, you will make each other see at least one thing in a different light after that.

Friends are the people who don’t understand what the hell your homework means, but will sit through your long-winded, profanity-laced tirade about why your homework should work but doesn’t until you go “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…” They won’t understand why it now works, either, but they’ll be happy for you, and happy that they don’t have to listen to you whine any longer.

Friends are the people who tell it to you straight, who will tell you that you don’t look good in that neon yellow jumpsuit and you really shouldn’t embarrass yourself like that. They will tell you when your current significant other is wrong for you, will try to get you to break up, and will still stand by you no matter how it ends. They will also tell you when you’re the one in the wrong, and how to make better decisions.

Friends are the people who will take horrible, embarrassing pictures of you and remind you of them for years to come. They will also take pictures of themselves making funny faces to put on a birthday card.

Friends are the people you know you can trust, no matter what. Through silliness and seriousness, they are by your side.

These are the kind of friends I have: an IM interlude

Friend:
Have you read Perelandra by C.S. Lewis?

Me:
Nope.

Friend:
That’s what I have to read for our Tolkien class. It has a beauty to it . . . I can’t really describe it

Me:
I… am not a huge fan of C.S. Lewis.
I just dislike his style.

Friend:
He does hammer his points home

Me:
It’s not so much that. I don’t know what it is, but it’s not that.

Friend:
Some writing styles aren’t appealing to some people *shrugs*

Me:
Yeah, I know. I kinda write for a hobby. :P

Friend:
:P REALLY?!

Me:
No. I have been lying to you all these years. And that fanfic we wrote together? I actually kept a writer tied up in my closet to dictate to me what should happen next.

Friend:
XD I hope you paid her/him well

Me:
I kept them alive. They should be grateful.

Friend:
On burnt leavings?

Me:
Nah. Mostly on linty skittles and old lima beans.

Friend:
Do you rotate the ones you keep in the closet? Are there more in the attic?

Me:
<<
>>
Shhhh….
OR YOU’RE NEXT.
O_O

Friend:
O.O
Someone would rescue me

Me:
If they ever found you…

Friend:
O.O
This is why we are not enemies

Me:
I have no doubt your absence would be noted, but not even trained CIA agents could torture me into revealing my methods! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHH~ ;D

Friend:
At least my absence would be noticed . . .
Being remembered is almost as good?

Me:
Oh, I have no doubt you’d be searched for, as well. It would be a valiant effort. One by one, they would drop, though… only to join YOU!

Friend:
Better than being alone! This way we could plot our escape/revenge
Viva la resistance!

Me:
I’d keep you all sedated. Give me a little evil genius credit, here!

Friend:
Sedation does not lead to creative juices, m’dear
You’d have to take us off it at one point
If only to get quality out of your slaves

Me:
Nonono… Hallucinogenic sedatives!
They happen.
…I really feel like [other friend] should be in on this conversation.

Friend:
You write a strange kind of fiction, m’dear
Yes, yes he should :P
I can just hear him cackling in the background

Me:
(Responding to strange fiction:) Um, yeah.