friendship: titanic or rowing boat?
i find myself thinking about just how wonderfully normal my friends are.
but at the same time, sometimes i wish they were more crazy.
solution to this problem? make more friends. i find that being friends with pretty much everyone or being generally nice will keep you entertained. the bigger the ship, the more awesome you are. but hit an iceberg and the all the passengers will fight with each other and you.
so do you escape on a rowing boat and have a quiet life with your closest friends? this is nice. but all the time? maybe when i'm older (think 50). i like having heaps of friends. my group of friends right now is 20 people. and that's not including men.
friendship is a weird thing. sometimes it works, other times it doesn't. sometimes you fight for something you know won't work out. sometimes the best thing that's happened to you just fades away.
at the end of the day, all my friends are fine the way they are; better than that even.
(enter annoying fat chick in mean girls that "doesn't even go here"........"i wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school, i wish i could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy".....what a sissy)
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