Stephen and I were talking just yesterday and he said “Do
you think we’ll ever feel old?” Uh, kid, what do you mean old? I already feel
like I’m 40 here… Not that 40 is old… but kinda. We feel old… I mean that, we
got married young, we had kids young. We aren't at the same level than some 99%
of our friends and we’re cool with that… It just feels like we’re much older
than we actually are sometimes.
SO anyways, thinking about all of that, I was reconsidering
how having kids changed our lives. Our happiness has increased by 90%, our
worries by 80% and our friends have been reduces by 70%... Seriously, most of
our friends have been gone out the window. Between moving and having the kids,
it hasn't been easy. I’d like to mention three of my good friends who remained
very active in my life regardless.
First, my best friend, I've met her in high school. We only
started talking in 8th grade when she noticed we wore the same perfume.
Let’s call her V. So V and I just connected right away. We met one day and the
very next day we were shopping at Eaton center for hours. The next week she
came to sleep over and we've been friends ever since. We made it a tradition
year after year to go have a fancy supper at our birthdays… The first time we
went, it was to 3 amigos, we were 14 and got to order some alcoholic drinks, we
were so proud. Our fun ended when we asked for champagne. I’m not sure what we
were expecting… we sure didn't look 18 hahaha. We were so afraid that we wouldn't
be able to keep up our friendship through college and university but boy were
we wrong… She was one of my bridesmaids and one of my first friends to come
visit me when I gave birth to Noah. She comes to visit me when she can and we
text every day. We are so different and yet so close… She’s rational, very
determined and she plans ahead. I’m just an irrational ball of fluffiness and
emotions that happens to work out hehe. She’s that type of friend that will
listen to my ideas and go like “Ok, It’s not a good idea and I won’t let you do
that, go to bed now.” And you know, if more people were half as honest as she
is, the world would be very different. Anyways, I love you her, she’s family.
She comes to family events, she participates in family decisions, she gives
advice like a sister and protects like a mother, and she’s awesome.
My second friend would be another V. We also met when I was
in high school. Probably around 7th grade. He’s older than I am, he
was working then. Now this is not the type of friendship where we’d talk and
text all day. What we have is much more… different I guess. V and I can go days
without texting or messaging but I know that at any time (1, 4, 6 am…) I can
just give him a call and he’s there. He’s always been there. When I was younger
it was more of a 2 pm message saying “hey, are you working tomorrow? Can you
give me a ride home?” Now it’s more of a “Hey, I’ll be at your place in 30
minutes, cool?” Unlike most of my friends, V is more the “quite shy guy” you
really have to get to know him to have a good conversation with him. He’s
always there when I need advice and he never takes life and problems too
seriously. When I tell him about something that I find really bad, he’ll just
turn it around and make the best out of it. It’s pretty awesome. He’s also
brutally honest… and I mean, brutally. I guess that can be a good and bad thing
ha. One thing is sure, I love sending time with him, love all the things we do,
all the discussions we have… I don’t often mention him but he means a lot to
me.
Finally, there is this friend that I've known for years …and
years. A is by far my most… special crazy friend. He’s like a brother at times,
very protective and very harsh, while other times he’s really outgoing and
friendly. He’s the type of friend that checks on me every day and that makes
sure that everything is okay. By my tone of voice or by a simple reply he can
right away tell if something is wrong. He just knows it. We’ll spend hours
chatting just for fun, talking about silly things but when it gets serious, it
gets really serious. He is the one whom I’d go see if I need really radical, no
sugar coating, very precise advice. He won’t ever be that friend that will
sweeten things up for me. As a matter of fact… He’s made me cry quite a few
times but in the end, he’s right and he does know me. When he first met
Stephen, his first words were “He’s a good guy, he’ll take good care of you, he
loves you, stay with him.” Whenever I do something silly he’ll tell me “Are you
out of your mind? Are you seriously doing this? Where can I find you now?” And
don’t think he won’t come. He’s also good at spotting sociopaths for some
reason… Whenever he tells me “that person is a sociopath” or “that person just
wants to use you” he’s right on spot… I love him like a brother, he means a lot
to me.
Writing this brings up a lot of emotions… I wish I could be
close to these three friends all the time. I miss them a lot… Of course I also
miss my family… It’s just really difficult to be away from everyone at the same
time. Perhaps we’ll soon live all close to each other again… Meanwhile we’ll
just have to keep visiting each other.
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