So, you know how you have those friends who you wouldn't normally be friends with or even consider liking at all if you hadn't been force to endure experience "X" with them? They are the ones who are really nothing like you, who probably detest the very rock ballad you broomstick-ballroomed to the other night, and generally do not understand your cheeky sense of humor. And, until you defaulted to befriending them, of course after the twelve frat stars around you implicitly rejected your friendship offering, you then realized you had made an odd variation of "friend."
Well, what about the ones who sink to your specific level of quirk and identify with your "odderisms" in a way that has you reading each others' screaming subconsciouses from far across the room? Today I realized that these are, in fact, most of who my friends have turned out to be. This is also how I end up wearing ugly pants that somehow burgeon into seemingly less-ugly corduroy... or how my strangely notorious "half-clip" hairstyle came to remain as a personal commonality. Today I picked out my default acid-wash cuff jeans to wear. I bought them a couple summers ago at an LF sidewalk sale for twelve dollars. They do not stretch, are impossible to sit in, and are generally unflattering. Though, through the past two years, I have cuffed and ripped them (unfortunately also in the crotch area-no one will ever know) to the point of my satisfaction. The level of comfort and consistency I had established while wearing these pants had turned them into a winning favorite. People work the same way for me. Well, I don't always start out hating them-only sometimes. There must have been some redeeming quality I saw in them initially. I did pick them out and pay twelve dollars for them, yes? My twelve dollar friends, or pants, or both, I thank you for unintentionally drilling said thoughts of insanity into my noggin.
To sort of conclude...the people and things that start out as uncomfortable extensions of who we think we are might be good. Those friends we make while in a miserable class together or stuck in the hills of an arbitrarily chosen southern state are ones who stick. Maybe I shouldn't only be friends with the drug addicts and high-class cross dressers I so frequently frequent. Maybe I, too, can make friends who will help me grow things other than long toenails.
Well, what about the ones who sink to your specific level of quirk and identify with your "odderisms" in a way that has you reading each others' screaming subconsciouses from far across the room? Today I realized that these are, in fact, most of who my friends have turned out to be. This is also how I end up wearing ugly pants that somehow burgeon into seemingly less-ugly corduroy... or how my strangely notorious "half-clip" hairstyle came to remain as a personal commonality. Today I picked out my default acid-wash cuff jeans to wear. I bought them a couple summers ago at an LF sidewalk sale for twelve dollars. They do not stretch, are impossible to sit in, and are generally unflattering. Though, through the past two years, I have cuffed and ripped them (unfortunately also in the crotch area-no one will ever know) to the point of my satisfaction. The level of comfort and consistency I had established while wearing these pants had turned them into a winning favorite. People work the same way for me. Well, I don't always start out hating them-only sometimes. There must have been some redeeming quality I saw in them initially. I did pick them out and pay twelve dollars for them, yes? My twelve dollar friends, or pants, or both, I thank you for unintentionally drilling said thoughts of insanity into my noggin.
To sort of conclude...the people and things that start out as uncomfortable extensions of who we think we are might be good. Those friends we make while in a miserable class together or stuck in the hills of an arbitrarily chosen southern state are ones who stick. Maybe I shouldn't only be friends with the drug addicts and high-class cross dressers I so frequently frequent. Maybe I, too, can make friends who will help me grow things other than long toenails.
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