My core group of friends mean well. We all have our own personalities that make us unique. We’ve known each other for so long they’re family in my eyes. Some say your blood family is where it really matters, but I would argue mines hasn’t live up to the title. What good does blood do if you’re losing out on life with them. I’ve gotten into heated arguments with a majority of my family over the years and it hasn’t gotten much better no matter how hard I tried to make amends. If you have to try to like them, there likely is a bigger problem on your hands. They are terrible people and not worth your time.
Liking and loving someone comes naturally. Like the seasons that change every quarter or the small amounts of rain Los Angeles drizzles occasionally, mother nature runs its course without your control. I knew for a while now that my friends, even though we won’t agree on every topic or issue, they are truly looking out for me. I’ve felt I have let them down numerous times before through my sheer drunken stupor or rage induced nights. Yet, in the end, all is forgiven. They’ve been been part of my life for so long, I honestly could not see them not being there with me when we’re old, wrinkly, and have kids.
My kid is going to have some very interesting uncles to look up to. Until that day comes, I’d go to the ends of the Earth for each one of them. I’d catch them when they fall because I know they’d do the same for me.
Life is less scary knowing I always have them around.