One of my favorite all time movies is Power of One. If you’ve not seen it then I highly recommend you correct that and watch it ASAP. The reason I was thinking about it is my BFF. The other day I msged her even though we hadn’t spoken in a few days. All I said was, “Gimme your address.” Within about 3 secs she texted me back with her address. No questions of why? what for? or anything. I simply replied with “Got it!” and that was the extent of the conversation.
The next day I kinda was thinking about it because I’ve not really ever had what I’d call a real friend, let alone a BFF. I had lots of acquaintances growing up. I never sat alone at lunch, was usually picked 1st, 2nd or 3rd in any class/gym project/team. I knew lots of people but they never really knew me. I never invited anyone to spend the night with me because I lived with my grandparents and didn’t have my own room. I slept on the couch in the living room. And I didn’t go spend the night with them or attend football games or anything because I lived with my grandparents who were far from rich. I couldn’t bear to ask them to spend what little extra money they might have had on me. Even though they would have without a second thought but still that was something I could never bring myself to do.
So I smiled in school, laughed at jokes, was top of my class and no one ever knew my clothes came from Goodwill or that dinner the night before was nothing more than a glass of milk with cornbread crumbled into it.
Adult me isn’t a whole lot different from child me. I still know lots of people but only one knows me. That might sound kinda sad or like I’m complaining. But that’s far from the truth because she might only be one, but she’s the most amazeballsawesomesauce and even if I knew a thousand other people, all of them combined still wouldn’t even come close to being equal to one of her.