There is something to be said about a person who can see me how I want to be seen. I would think it’s safe to say it’s easy to be nice to people, to get a laugh, or pay a genuine complement.
But when there is an even deeper comfort-level, I feel a liberty to be more of myself. And I can be blunt. Despite my best efforts, I have botched a delivery or ten of unsolicited thought. I have confided my more mentally retarded mistakes. And I’ve unintentionally hurt feelings, I’m sure.
But these few gems, my inner circle… we laugh until our cheeks hurt – explosions of hilariousness so potent it is sometimes necessary to have a sudden seat on the ground to keep the immediate splash of pee from turning into a full-on pool.
There is genuine concern when our pets go to the emergency vet. We track down the moving truck at a highway gas station to get one last tearful hug. We pray the most intimate prayers and mourn the loss of yet another pregnancy. We lose sleep if one of our marriages is in trouble or comes to an end. We rearrange living room furniture and accessorize the bookshelves together. We always pick up where we left off.
We have inside sayings like “Dear Cheeses!”…“Oh my gosh, BONER!”… “Do you know? ~ The muffin man?”…“It’s like a high-five from the Lord!”…”That’s nacho cheese!”… “BLANCO team work on 3!!” … There are refrigerator rights at each other’s homes. We stay up late polishing off a giant bottle of wine or bum a bite off each other’s plate. We might be related in one way or another, or might as well be. We lift each other up, love each other’s families and realize the kindred spirit.
You become a network of safety for me. You can see my shortcomings, neuroses and quirks and still I will come away from being around you feeling solid about who I am. If it takes me a thousand tries, I will return the favor in cupcakes if I have to, because you are necessary to my life.
But when there is an even deeper comfort-level, I feel a liberty to be more of myself. And I can be blunt. Despite my best efforts, I have botched a delivery or ten of unsolicited thought. I have confided my more mentally retarded mistakes. And I’ve unintentionally hurt feelings, I’m sure.
But these few gems, my inner circle… we laugh until our cheeks hurt – explosions of hilariousness so potent it is sometimes necessary to have a sudden seat on the ground to keep the immediate splash of pee from turning into a full-on pool.
There is genuine concern when our pets go to the emergency vet. We track down the moving truck at a highway gas station to get one last tearful hug. We pray the most intimate prayers and mourn the loss of yet another pregnancy. We lose sleep if one of our marriages is in trouble or comes to an end. We rearrange living room furniture and accessorize the bookshelves together. We always pick up where we left off.
We have inside sayings like “Dear Cheeses!”…“Oh my gosh, BONER!”… “Do you know? ~ The muffin man?”…“It’s like a high-five from the Lord!”…”That’s nacho cheese!”… “BLANCO team work on 3!!” … There are refrigerator rights at each other’s homes. We stay up late polishing off a giant bottle of wine or bum a bite off each other’s plate. We might be related in one way or another, or might as well be. We lift each other up, love each other’s families and realize the kindred spirit.
You become a network of safety for me. You can see my shortcomings, neuroses and quirks and still I will come away from being around you feeling solid about who I am. If it takes me a thousand tries, I will return the favor in cupcakes if I have to, because you are necessary to my life.
4 comments:
Duuuude, no fair making me weepy at the office. Next time, a warning please.
"Hi Lien!"
I could use a gas station run-down right about now. Skem said it best...no fair making me weepy at...1100 MILES AWAY!
I NEED SOME JESUS AND CRACKERS!
CHEESES WE NEED TO MOVE MOUNTAINS.
PLEASE.
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