Yesterday a good friend came from Ohio to visit me for the day. We spent the day at a bookstore (I purchased Assault on Reason, Read Made Magazine, and National Geographic Travel Magazine), the Whole Foods Coop for a snack (curried cashews and mango juice), my house to eat said snacks, feed the critters and let out the woofer, DSW to find shoes for the law prom (I am going with ballet flats that match the under skirt - I'm over heals for the time being) and I also bought a pair of brown Converse All-Stars (not the high tops - I might be too old for those, sadly); and we went to my favorite restaurant, Latinos. As usual, I ordered the exact same thing: cheese tamale and cheese enchiladas with mole. God, so good. When we were at dinner, my friend (lets call her Flo - like in Flo Jo because she was a track Supah Stah), and I discussed finding friends. Not seeking them out, stalking them, tackling them to the ground, and forcing them to be our friends (I've only done that once, maybe twice but it's seriously debatable). More like testing a person to see if she understands our weirdness. It's not that I am so odd or look strange. Both of us are pretty middle of the road jeans wearing gals. I think we can agree our minds are a lot off, let's call us quirky. Sometimes we say things in front of the wrong person and we get that look. You know what I mean. That inquisitive/oh-my-god-you-are-sooooo-weird look. Please tell me you know what I mean. I tend to say what is on my mind and often time, it is random and really does not fit in with the conversation. Normally, when I am around like-minded friends, it's no big deal. Usually we have a good laugh over our randomness and perhaps we pick on each other for it. But there are those people who just don't get it. And we both agreed that we test someone first to determine if she is capable of being our friend. I know it sounds condescending but I think at the same time, it's a way of protecting ourselves. After If the person does not pass the test, perhaps we move on. I would say most of my friends have one particular trait in common, we all look like we fit in and act like we fit in, but in reality, it is uncomfortable for us to try to fit in for too long (that might be more than one trait). And honestly, it took me a long time to realize this. But now that I have, I feel okay to just be me, to be a little quirky.
So, wanna be my friend?
