Kid Friends

(I imagine I have shared this here already, but it is on my mind yet again, and so I will share it again. ¬†ūüėõ )

Do you remember what it was like to make new friends as a little kid?  Perhaps it was different by generation, but, in my generation, it was really simple:
“You wanna be friends?!”
“Yeah, okay!”
And that was that – you’ve got a new friend, possibly even a¬†best friend. ¬†Nowadays, as an adult, I feel as though people think I’m totally nuts and unfortunately childish whenever I present a similar conversation… I’m starting to realize that I don’t really care. ¬†Sure, I want the new friend, but perhaps we aren’t meant to be friends if the person is put off by my question of wanting to be friends. ¬†You know what I mean? ¬†Because asking just like little kids ask is natural to me; it’s part of being true to myself. ¬†I’m not being purposely childish and avoiding being an adult when I ask – I’m genuinely excited at the prospect, and hoping that the person will be just as excited as I am at having a new friend.

I also mean it, too, about being actual friends. ¬†Not just Facebook friends or any of that nonsense – actual friends who talk with one another and do things together and enjoy and explore life together; friends who help one another become the best version of themselves. ¬†A friend is someone who helps you be the best person you can be. ¬†A priest actually said that once to a group of us, and I’ve always remembered it. ¬†And¬†that‘s the kind of friend I’m always looking for, asking for, and also wanting to be for others. ¬†My best friend and I are like that with one another, and it’s wonderful. ¬†However, we definitely don’t live near one another (try 4,811 miles apart, approximately), so it’s nice to have other people around, closer, who can be friends, too. ¬†ūüôā

I’m not so sure why people seem so uninterested in that kind of relationship with me, though. ¬†Perhaps I scare them… I am a bit much to take in under certain circumstances, especially when it comes to my saying openly things that people often are not straight about. ¬†(Not like I’m vulgar and offensive, because I really don’t promote cursing or vulgarity at all… but I answer honestly when someone asks how I’m doing, or what I think of the food, or even how an outfit looks on someone… it just isn’t worth it to me to lie. ¬†I don’t¬†want my friend to go out looking horrendous in some dress making her look fat and lumpy, do I? ¬†[No, I do not.] ¬†And I don’t have to be mean about saying it, but I do have to tell the truth. ¬†At least, I strive always to tell the truth, as well as to be appropriate with how I express it.) ¬†I don’t know… I guess the right people will show up in the right places at the right times. ¬†Maybe they’ll even ask me if¬†I want to be friends with¬†them, instead of the other way around.

Here’s to finding spectacular friends, y’all. ¬†ūüėÄ

Post-a-day 2018

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Satisfaction… at last

Tonight, going to bed, I feel fulfilled. ¬†Typically, I have this feeling of needing to go¬†do something before I can end my day. ¬†I am angsty and somewhat agitated by the late afternoon, and I feel this pull from somewhere inside of me, but I can’t ever quite figure out how to follow it, how to satisfy the desire within. ¬†I notice right now that I almost didn’t even feel a pull to write anything tonight – that’s how satisfied I am with my day. ¬†It was fabulous, and so I can sleep easily, without anything else happening first. ¬†And I love writing, so that’s saying something.

Kids were unintentional rude in classes today, ignoring my pleas for quite voices, so that I could be heard with my pained, achy throat barely able to choke out words. ¬†I let them spend the time with an activity for their own benefit, and most of them ignored it or didn’t care enough about their own education to attempt the activity, which was disappointing. ¬†A few really took it on, and some decided it was time to talk with me about anything and everything in my life, while I showed them how to do some of the work. ¬†It was an odd balance of awesome and disappointing, combined with my throat being slightly consumed by a low-grade fire.

After school, I chatted with a few teachers from my own high school, plus a friend who now teaches there. ¬†That was amazing in and of itself. ¬†Add to it that I met up with a friend for tapioca tea afterward, and my day continues to improve. ¬†We ended up having dinner with the teas, and then she invited me to join a hip-hop class with her. ¬†Neither of us has ever been very good or experienced with hip-hop, but we love dancing, and we both have strong partner dance backgrounds. ¬†I have wanted to do hip-hop classes ever since my best friend and her husband started doing some over in England a few years back, because she is just plain awesome, and it is always a good idea to strive for her level of awesome. ¬†So I got to be cool like my bestie tonight, and turned out to be actually kind of good at the routine, too. ¬†The teacher even came specifically to my friend (not my best friend, but the friend with whom I had gone to the class) and me, and told us that she wanted us to join her team. ¬†(Note: Seeing as we were¬†just discussing before the class how we hadn’t been involved in anything dance since moving back to the US (we both just returned from living in Asia), we are genuinely considering this hip-hop team idea.)

Now, I am home. ¬†I snacked on some leftovers from dinner, chatted briefly with my mom, and have just showered. ¬†I am tired, but in a really good way right now – I am satisfied. ¬†I don’t know how else to word it. ¬†I am just satisfied, which is something, I now see, that I usually am not at the end of the day. ¬†As I said to my teacher friend earlier this afternoon, I need interaction with non-teenagers. ¬†I get so much teenager interaction, and very little of anything else… and I¬†need more than just interaction with teenagers, no matter how wonderful they are or how much we may love one another. ¬†And, tonight, I got that other interaction, plus involvement in something (the hip-hop class)¬†and exercise. ¬†That is a really, really good combination. ¬†Now to see how to keep this up, happening much more often than once every three months.

Post-a-day 2017

Yoga and Winter Blues

Right as I was heading through the rising action into the climax of a film I was watching before bed this evening, my best friend and I ended up texting one another over some e-mails and SNL (Saturday Night Live) sketches from earlier in the day, and, since we were already interacting, she invited me to do yoga with her.  Naturally, I knew she meant from some online video, and not something that required me to leave my living room or put on real clothes, because, as you might already know (click here to know how you might already know), we are living in different countries (England and Japan).  Since my life is totally normal and all, I had no hesitation in pausing the movie at 10pm to do a 30-minute yoga set for winter blues with my bestie.

We put up FaceTime on my laptop and her phone, so we could see one another and be together, and then we synchronized the youtube video on each of our computers (I then muted mine, having us both listening to her computer, but each watching on our own screens). ¬†It took us a bit to get started, as we went back and forth about whether or not to wear bras and pants (American pants, as we already had the British ones), but I finally gave up on trying to find either, and settled myself in front of the heater to keep my legs warm (since I wasn’t sitting underneath a super cozy blanket anymore). ¬†The only requirement was doing downward dog facing¬†one another, so we wouldn’t get a face full of bums on our screens…. except that we still discussed and tested doing downward dog from facing away from one another (I put on a scarf as a sort of half-loincloth in the back), so as to establish that we could, in fact, look at one another during the pose, delighting in one another’s faces (despite the legs and bums also noticeably visible).

And so we did a wonderful little yoga set from this great girl¬†in Austin, Texas (who happens to have a strong resemblance to a friend of ours from high school). ¬†We chuckled. ¬†I made all sorts of silly noises (thanks to my¬†It is freakin’ cold here, how on Earth do people function like¬†at all in this country in wintertime lack of outdoorsiness (and thereby exercise) these past two-ish months). ¬†And we never really flashed one another. ¬†(Though downward dog is quite funny when your own shirt is loose, and shivs down (up?) over your eyes as your put your head downward.) ¬†And it was great. ¬†Totally simple. ¬†Totally normal (for us, anyway, though I’m not sure we’ve ever done this together before). ¬†Totally great.

I love best friends.  I love being naturally silly.  I love yoga.  I love my best friend.  I love warm weather.

And I love that we’re still on FaceTime with one another, though I’m busy writing and she’s busy eating lunch and reading, and we aren’t even talking to one another right now – we’re just hanging out together, and I love it.

 

P.S. ¬†In case you, too, want to beat the winter blues (I really do love the music kind, though), here’s the video we used. ¬†Take special care to note her various comments throughout the set, as well as the dog that shows up in the final couple seconds of the video.

 

Post-a-day 2017

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