A while ago my best friend's facebook status read: "The universe could not have picked better friends for me!"
...and I really wanted to ammend it with, ", than I picked for myself!" but....yeah, that's not a very nice thing to do to people who believe in god and fate and what-have-you so....(besides which, she's my best friend, not just a random person!) so I didn't. I know that the friends I have are the ones I chose to have. Hell, everybody knows that since I make a point to not choose very many, but I don't usually think about it too much. They're the ones that I just knew were right, so it surprises me a little when I abruptly realize why I picked the ones I did. (I still can't fathom why any of them picked me, but that's not the point right now...) It's to be expected I suppose...those friends that I can count on one hand obviously have some qualities that I thought were really important, right?
My best friends are the ones who can tell me what I need to hear, & somehow make it sound like what I want to hear. (Parents can't do that. They know it, and they usually settle for one or the other.) After all, they can say to me, "You should do this. It's what you want." even when I can barely express what I'm worried about.
If fate has gears, we are the reason that they turn.
Thanks to one of those little epiphanies my world might just get a little bigger. A little more fun. And maybe I'll even make something to be proud of. So watch me. Go ahead and think you're better than me for now. I don't even remember why I cared.
--反功生命--
(conceited is my middle name)
