Defying Classification Weekly Theme

This Week’s Theme – If You could change one thing about your best friend, what would it be?

First – let’s put aside the whole idea of loving them excatly how they are. I know if I changed them they wouldn’t be them, but still…

Second – I have numerous “best friends.” They are defined differently depending on our situations and the setting of our relationships. But they are all still dear to me. The ones I have choosen to write about here are ones that know me the best. They see more sides of me than anyone else does. And they have been there through the most things with me, in their life or in my life.

HEATHER – The one thing I wish I could change is the fact that we are no longer best friends. Our friendship crumbled in the most abrubt and horrid way. I wish we could go back and work through it rather than breaking apart. I wish we could still be friends, but I know that will never be. Things were said and done that can’t be reversed or forgotten. But I still miss her and the friendship we had. The way we played pool together to work out our anger. The way we could drive for hours and not be sick of each other. The way we just got each other. No words or explainations needed. I suppose something broke down somewhere and our friendship ended, but I still wish I could have changed that.

KABA – I wish sometimes she could be a little more responsible with her money. And with planning out how she’s going to spend and save her money. The only reason I gripe is because we are trying to move in together and I won’t be able to support us both. I just wish she would really show me that she can save the money and do what she needs to. It sometimes makes me think she’s not quite ready to be responsible for rent payments and such. But then again, I am guilty of the same problem sometimes.

REBECCA – I’ve known her since we were babies in diapers. As time past, we’ve grown apart due to different schools, different churches and different lives. We are still friends, but I can’t say we are best friends anymore. She used to be my best friend. I wish I could change it back and we could be best friends again. But then again, I value the friendship we do have now.

These last two are probably what I consider best of the best of the best. They have been tried and proven. They hold very special places in my heart and no matter what happens I know we will always be friends, the best of friends.

MEGAN – I wish she lived here and I wish she didn’t have twins. I don’t gripe about this to her because there is nothing either of us can do to change it. Growing up she and I always believed we would be excellent roommates and we both looked forward to living together someday. We are very different people and come from very different places, but we just really clicked together. But she moved to AZ and she has two adorable baby girls. I miss her terribly but we are still as close as we were in high school. She is amazing and wonderful and I love her. I just wish we had gotten a chance to live together. We would have ruled the town.
I also wish I could erase her past. I wish I could give her a family like mine, loving and steady. Ok, so my family is no Brady Bunch, but compared to her growing up, I live in paradise. I wish she could have the happy childhood I did. She went through so much heartache and pain. I wish she didn’t have to go through that. But I do know that her childhood and her upbringing made her the amazing girl she is today. I just wish it hadn’t been so hard for her. To give you an idea, her father is an alcoholic drug addict who threw 20″ TVs and knives at her when he wasn’t stealing her mother’s prescription van. Her mother is a manic-depressive who went between loving her and hating her, hugging her and screaming at her, but never protecting Megan or her brother from their abusive father. That’s just her parents. I won’t go into her cousins and uncles and aunts who make her parents look like saints. I have a loving wonderful family in comparison and I just wish she could have had that too.

MANNY – Oh dear, the things I would change if I could. I wish he had never hurt me the way he did. I wish I had never hurt him the way I did. We date, break up and repeat. I wish I could love him the way he wanted me to. Right now, we are ok – not dating each other and for the first time being really ok with it. With that being said, I wish he lived closer so I could see him more. On the other hand, I wish he couldn’t see right through me the way that he does. I also wish he didn’t know he can see right through me the way he does. He is rather arrogant and by no means modest but really not self-absorbed. It is strange to see those two sides of him clash. There are times when I wish he wasn’t my best friend – for example, when I’m trying to figure out what’s going on with a current boyfriend. He knows me so well and he’ll listen to me go on and on, but there is a level of strangeness talking to an ex-boyfriend about your lovelife. But as he once said “We defy classification. We are us.” And its true. I just sometimes wish we didn’t defy it so stubbornly. We are not lovers, but we love each other. We are not just friends, but we are best friends. We are us.

So there is it. The closest of the close. I think I may have gotten a little off-topic, but there it is.