friendship

I like what I write. I like myself. Amazing that I'm saying that. It's not everyday that I feel that way. But these days I feel a nice blanket of friendship surrounding me. I feel like my efforts at having more friends has actually borne fruit. Is that an actual expression? "Borne fruit"? It seems to me it is but I'm not sure. Anyways. Yeah I think it is. I feel like I have more people to talk to. I've sometimes wondered why I'm still friends with Julie. Because for so long I forced our friendship in a way. I was so scared of not having her as a friend that I sort of forced myself to be friends with her, which sounds bad I know. But I really do value her. I like talking to her. She is such a good friend. She is so dependable and there for me. I remember that when we started out being real friends it really was real. For years we had hung out without really being real friends and then suddenly we really were friends. It's so weird. I don't think that happens often. We have been hanging out together for about ten years. Insane.

Hmmm. Well. My cousins are also very important to me. I have three female cousins on my dad's side and I am friends with each of them in a different way. They are each of them so different from each other I can't believe they're related to each other. I would like to write an ode to each of them. Lisa, the vegan animal rights warrior and wild feminist anarchist revolutionary. Lisa never ceases to amaze me. I have never met anyone who is so volatile. Her life is everywhere. She can't stay in one place, she can't be rooted. She is so restless. It seems to me her life changes every single day. She can take so much. How to explain? She was in PEI recently and this guy who she drums with in a band hitchiked for fourteen hours to get to her and upon arriving gave her a thirty page love letter. Everywhere she goes she runs into people she knew on the other side of the world. She lived in New Zealand for a couple of years. Living in Brooklyn a couple of years later she finds out a couple of her friends from NZ are living right there in Brooklyn very close to where she is. She was almost kidnapped once. Another time pirates or whatnot were pointing guns at her and the other people on her anti-poaching sea vessel. She has been arrested in the US and in Canada . There is something in her vibes, in her way of being that attracts adventure, amazing and unusual experiences and even chaos.

This isn't really an ode to her exactly. This is a few days later so I'm not inspired to continue with this entry, but I thought I'd post in anyways.