Best Friend Day

My best friend's name is Georgette (yeah, she hates it, too). We have been friends since seventh grade...almost 20 years. She is my best friend for many reasons, but mainly because she's one of the only people I can count on to be 100% honest with me (whether I like it or not) and because she cracks me up like no one else I know. Unfortunately, she lives in on the mainland (in Pennfield) and I don't get to see her much. And our lives being what they are, we rarely even talk on the phone or msn. But I know that if I need her, she's there. We just pick up exactly where we left off. And no matter how many other friends come in and out of our lives, we will always be "best friends".

I have never had many friends. I don't know why, I'm just socially retarded, I guess. But I have to say, one of the best things about going to Alabama was the friends I made both down there and since we've come home. And while it's great to have one best friend, it's awesome to be included in such a diverse group of friends. For the first time, I actually feel like I belong. (Except, of course, for the night I had to eat an 18" pizza by myself. Then I just felt depressed and lonely, my heart aching as the tears mingled with the steaming mozzarella....) I'm just realizing that I have spent most of my life thinking that I didn't measure up and wasn't cool enough. It didn't really bother me that much, but it sure feels great to part of something. I am also realizing that most of the people that I think are popular/cool are just as insecure as I am. And that in itself is very liberating. It may not be long before I feel free to dance, because I know the rest of you will be making fools of yourselves right along with me. So, thanks. I may or may not love you guys very much.