So I realized something at dinner tonight
while I was talking to my mother about some of my friends. She made the offhanded comment that I “tend to pick really good friends”, and like…it’s always something I’ve subconsciously known, something she’s told me before, but for some reason (probably because I was in the throws of amusing and touching friend anecdotes) this hit me like a fucking anvil to the face. I have the most. fucking. amazing. friends. ever. These are people that, without even really trying, manage to brighten my day in every conceivable manner. And when they really do go out of their way to be intentionally wonderful? Shit, man. I’m bowled over with how absolutely incredible each and every one of these fanfuckingtastic individuals is. I don’t know how I ended up with the wild and quirky group that I did (on both the East and West coasts), but Jesus fucking Christ. Thank God for them. I love you all so deeply, I can’t even describe. Thank you for always being there, and for being exactly who you are, and being more of a family to be than my biological parents ever were or are.
I almost had a fucking breakdown over this as I ate. Pretty sure the waiter thought I was batshit mc cray cray. Whatever, you guys are worth it.
