Tuesday, June 7, 2011

The Tao of Friendship . . .

I'm not really a person who makes close friends easily. I have quite a few friends, but not a lot of people who know all the deep, dark secrets, maybe only three or four. At heart, I'm a fairly private person (though, this blog has changed that a little).

The person I count as my best friend is someone I don't recall actually meeting. We were going through BAPA (Bristol Academy of the Performing Arts) together in 2003, and my first memories consist of sitting next to him and quietly snarking about people. I know we must have been introduced and gotten to know each other in the usual sense, but it never felt like that. It was just as though we had known each other for years, and fell into the friendship easily. In the time since, he has always been first on my speed-dial: he gets the tearful calls when I just can't take it, the excited ones when something unbelievably awesome happens, and he's been there for most of my important life events. Even from 2000 miles away, I still talk to him nearly everyday.

I don't think I tell him enough how much that means to me. Maybe it's a human failing that we tend to take the most important people for granted, and only think about such things when times get tough. Well, times are a little rough for him right now, and I'm sending this love out to him from Cali. I know I can't be there to actually hug you, B., but I'm thinking of you.

I know he would hate it that I posted this picture, and damnit, I'm posting it anyway;)

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