When I sat down to write about my friends, I wasn’t really sure who to write about first. I have friends in my hometown that I don’t see much but know I can count on, friends here at college that I see all the time that are some of the best people I’ve ever met, and friends that also hold other positions in my life such as coach.
Then I realized that I don’t need to pick someone to write about first; I needed to pick something. What about my friends in general makes my happy? They’re all in my friend group for a reason. Why?
They’re always happy to see me.
Without fail, my friends are happy to see me. Sometimes they don’t necessarily want me to stick around because they need space and sometimes they’re busy and acknowledge me only to proceed to ignore my existence, but they’re always happy to see me.
Some are like puppies, perking up, waving, and yelling hello with an enthusiasm I find impressive. Some are more subtle, greeting me with a joke or an interesting tidbit. Some give me hugs, some merely smiles, but either way, I know they’re glad I’m there.
I can trust them.
I’m not exactly a person that likes to me vulnerable. Sharing feelings, having deep conversations about my own beliefs or flaws or touchy subjects, and trusting people aren’t my strong points, although I am better at those things now than ever before. My friends from college have a lot to do with that.
They’re always willing to help me if and when I need it. They don’t share my secrets with random people and will only tell others in our friend group if allowed. They’ve seen me have a mental breakdown over a hypothetical situation and a memory and sat with me outside in the dark in autumn until almost midnight, petting my hair and talking to me, and view me no different since then. They’ve seen me fall, and fail, and stress, and threaten, and no matter what, they stay by my side, they see me just as strong and confident as they always have, and they never ridicule me for not being perfect.
It’s a beautiful thing to have, and I hope everyone has at least one friend like that. I have been lucky enough to be blessed with a group of them, and I will always be happy I met them.
They make me laugh.
Whether it’s quoting Despicable Me, making fart jokes, or dancing randomly, they never fail to make me laugh. I know if I’m around them I’m in for a good time, and even when there are problems and someone isn’t okay we manage to find a way if we can. Hours are spent at dinner and practice and in the rec room on weekends, at the pool and at the movies and in our rooms, laughing.
We once spent thirty minutes giggling and unable to stop by simply making ridiculous laughter in the dark.
Through track meets, long bus rides, and stressful weeks, they are my sunshine, my moonlight, and the stars.
They don’t judge me.
We all have those little weird things we like to do that we hope most of the world doesn’t find out about. I like to write about things that would be rated R (or unrated) if made into a movie. I like to crochet and knit. I was able to decorate a mug and diagrammed a sentence onto it. I spend my time reading, listening to audio books, exercising, and going to bed at a reasonable hour for a college student (usually before midnight).
Only the first thing is something I would want to hide from many people, but they don’t care that I’m nerdy, love to spend my time like a stereotypical grandmother, and like to spend at least an hour at the gym whenever I step foot there, usually two. They read what I write just because they want to support me.
They don’t judge my lack of interest in parties and don’t care about my relationship status. I know for sure I could kill someone and they’d still be by my side. Such a judge-free zone among people is wonderful, because it’s less lonely than only having a judge-free zone when no one else is around.
They love me, and I love them.
They (or I) might say it and not show it or show it and not say it, but I know they do (and they know I do), and that’s really all that matters. Ten years from now I might forget the inside jokes and the ridiculous things they say and do, but I won’t forget how they make me feel.