The inspiration behind this post came from a recent conversation with friends I am having about luring band boys into bed that has somehow turned into boys having bad smelling beds to whether drugs or food is a better way to a boy’s heart. Yeah, context.
The Lord has blessed me with the most amazing best friends on the planet. I mean, you guys know everything about my bedrest best friend Katy, but there are so many other amazing friends I am surrounded with. These girls are like family, because just like family, they are the people I feel most comfortable with. And considering the context I discussed above, it’s obvious the feeling is shared.
Over the last few weeks with my funk, these girls have been there for me every step. Along with my parents, they have done their absolute best to keep me trucking on with life. And I couldn’t be more grateful. It’s been a weird time to be Morgan, but with them by my side I know that I am the most supported individual on the planet.
I met these girls in school and weirdly enough, when I first moved to the school they were the first people I met. And even though I made some detours with other friend groups, we somehow reunited and are inseparable. I mean, it might be the fact that we text incessantly even though we are hundreds of miles apart, but I would say that we are pretty darn close.
I bring them up now because I’ve reached a point in my life I didn’t think I would encounter. In high school I believed I would have high school friends, and when I left for university I would have university friends. My friends from high school would not be obsolete, but would be a less important part of my life than they were in high school. It had nothing to do with the people, but based on my observations from film and literature, I assumed this is how it was for all people.
Here I am now, about six months into university, and I do not have the life I predicted. My friends are still the people I talk to the most. Whether it be us informing the others of a date we went on, or something embarrassing that happened during class, or even making plans for when we are reunited, our friendship is as strong as ever. Sometimes, when days are particularly bad, this friendship is what I count on to get me through.
I have made a great group of friends at university and I cannot imagine anyone else to get me through this new and exciting time, but I’m glad I have my girls to fall back on. We have so many fun friend trips coming up in the next year and I cannot wait to fill you in on how they all go. And in a months time I will be reunited with my Chummy and our many chums and we’re going to catch up on our award shows and junk food eating and it will feel like we were never apart.
What I guess is the overall meaning behind this rant about my wonderful friends is that you shouldn’t predict a friendship. Let it run its natural course and enjoy it for all that it is worth. I am so lucky to have found a group of girls who enjoy my interests to a T (we honestly like almost all of the same things, sometimes it is scary) and we can have conversations that last days. If I had ended our friendship because I moved 300 miles away, I don’t think I could have lived with myself. So whether our friendship ends in 7 days (Lord, I hope not) or in 70 years (when I will be dead), I will take what this beautiful friendship has given me and enjoy every minute of it.
Now, go enjoy your friends and all their wonderful traits. I am going to watch the new 5 Seconds of Summer video (Watch it, it is amazing: http://www.vevo.com/watch/GBUV71301838) and probably have another conversation with my friends about the screenplay I am writing based on our ridiculous conversations. Stay tuned.
Stay classy, Internet,
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