Friendship

Normally, I won’t thread the highly private and endearing matter of friendship. Like pieces of my soul, I hold my friends close to my heart and very protective about them, although I rarely show it .

But, my dearest BFF recently posted this article on friendship and I can’t just not blab about it.

I don’t make friends easily, as some of the people might notice. I also don’t make acquaintances easily. I fall under the “introvert” type, perfectly capable to socialize, but practically drained afterwards.

You won’t see this. You will see a friendly face that always smiles and babble.

When some friendly people out there, reach out to me and say “do you want to be friends?”. I will excitedly receive the offer, because in million years, I never thought someone would want to be friend with me. And then, this is the funny bit, I will start to show them my very worst. Indecisiveness, vulnerable, insecure, pessimistic, cynical.

Why, you may ask? Because it’s easy to befriend my good side. The compassionate, cheerful, listening, soothing part of me. The most difficult part is the part where you have to withstand my worst possible mental state.

I still remember how I come to befriend my dearest BFF. She was, at that point, describing herself as “the mouse”. Always securely hidden in the corner. We never spoke to one another. She was always looking detached and surrounded by admirers (:p). While I was too bitter to make any friendship.

One day, in the chat, I saw her status message. “Baba Yaga”. I was very surprised and excited. I know that word. And probably all Russians and Eastern Europeans will know as well. But Indonesians, only a bunch will know what that word means.

So for once, just like that, I chatted her, “Baba Yaga Konstantinoya Noga”
and she said, “What?”
and I said, “I think it’s her full name, Baba Yaga the witch”

We spent the rest of the evening trying to find out whether this is really Baba Yaga’s full name. And soon, the whole thing, becomes a habit.

When I broke up with my long-time boyfriend, I didn’t tell my BFF. There was something stopping me from doing so. I remember my ex-bf accused me of following my BFF’s trend of breaking up. I was surprised, I guessed, but I wasn’t sure. I forgot why we didn’t tell each other xD. I knew, she was in a rocky situation, so I didn’t really want to make her life even miserable with me announcing a broken relationship. And I guess it was ditto or she was guessing for her own good, I’d try to stopped her from breaking up with her bf.

When we both found out, we were laughing and I really love the fact that we were protecting each other. And when most people turn their back on us, we found shelter in another good friend xD. Watching horror movies, eating till we get bloated.

How I miss them both.