Who do you trust?
I trust my good old friends, the ones I have had since I was 14 and we all rode the bus to school together in our maroon uniforms with the knee socks and the boat shoes whose laces we fashioned into bizarre little curlicues on the outside of the hole so that we never had to tie or untie them, we just had to slip our feet in. Being 14 year old girls, we all had to have the same shoes. That didn’t exactly change. I remember in one wedding we all bought the same shoes. They were black sandals with stacked heels, and I loved them because they went with everything, and I wore them for years until, at an event before another wedding, one of the heels broke off of one of the shoes as I descended the wide staircase into a hotel lobby on my way to meet up with other guests. As you can imagine, the resulting tumble wasn’t exactly graceful.
Like I’m not always graceful. One night about 10 years ago when I had had too much to drink (actually this probably happens whenever we are all together and I am either drunk or pre-menstrual) I told each one of them how much I loved them by holding their faces square with mine and declaring “You ARE me!” over and over again. Because of our shared experiences and our trust for each other, they are my heart.
“This was a 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump.”
Love. I trust my husband who over our nearly 13 years together has proved he is there for me, good and bad, in ways I could never have imagined and in ways no one else, other than my therapist, ever has been.
So awesome that you have had friends since such a young age. It is really great to have people that you bond so well with and that know and understand what you have gone through in your life.
A couple of things…
1. I never knew how to make those curly laces on those boat shoes.
2. What I wouldn’t give for video of you on the staircase 😉
3. I don’t have that group of friends you describe. In fact, I’ve written a whole post about it. Just have yet to hit publish.
I’m like you! My best friend in the world has been my friend since I was 18. I won’t count how many years that makes, in public. I have a hard time with trust, but I do trust her. Too bad about your favorite shoe and the stairs. I can picture you telling your friends, “You ARE me!” So cute.
Oh how I loved my boat shoes. I haven’t had friends like that since the last time I wore boat shoes. How lucky you are!
I am fortunate to have four sisters. I trust them to always love me even when I behave badly and I will always love them even when I’m fishing for a complement and they refuse to give it. Like one sister who refuses to take the bait when you say something like, “I feel so fat.” She’ll just shrug her shoulders and say, “well, go on a diet.” Which isn’t to say I don’t trust friends who do take the bait and say what you want to hear but sisters will definitely tell you like it is – and still be there for you. Thanks!
You are all so right, I AM lucky!
I trust my family. 100%. Everyone else is on a sliding scale.
Real friends will love you more after drunk squishy face moments and wont post it on Facebook. 🙂
LOVE this – “you are me!” I can see myself doing that.
It’s funny, I was just talking to my husband late last night about this sort of thing, about how thoroughly we trust each other without even having to think about it. It’s pretty rare, when you think about it.