June 8th –
National Best Friends Day, or so social media claims.
This makes it a very sad
day for me because I don’t have a bestie.
To be honest, I am not the type who tolerates a bestie. All the Cling-On stuff and having to do
everything together and pretending to like all the same shit and wearing the
same outfits and sharing hairdos and going to concerts that I don’t really want
to go to in the first place and then pretending to approve of the people my
bestie chooses to date. Yeah. I’m long over that.
You see, having a best
friend means I have to choose amongst my great and wonderful pals, and I’m
simply not willing to do that. I have
work friends, childhood friends, neighbor friends, wine tasting friends, trivia
friends, hanging out friends, impulsive go-on-adventure friends, sports
friends, school friends, relative friends, friends of relative friends, friends
of friend friends, political friends, apolitical friends, singing friends, writing
friends, Internet friends, blog friends, book friends …
I have all kinds of
categories of friends, and many of those friends fit into multiple slots, which
is why they’re the best kinds of friends to have. But, I don’t have a bestie, and I’m nobody
else’s bestie, and that’s okay.
I wouldn’t be able to
choose just one friend, anyway. Does
that make me a bad friend? Does that
make me anti-bestie? Am I bestie deprived? Bestie dysfunctional? Do I need to go on a Best Quest? Would I be like King Arthur on my quest for
that bestie Holy Grail, or am I more of the Black Knight, willing to lose limb
and honor to defend my right to have multiple buddies without having to crown
one the Holy Pal (or, in some cases, the Holey Pal or even the Wholly
Pal)?
Maybe I’m just really bad
at this whole friendship thing. Maybe I
don’t have a bestie because I suck at being a friend. I have some friends I hardly ever see, but we’re
still really good friends, and sometimes these friends even let me win at
bowling so I don’t feel worse about myself.
These kinds of friends are great friends, the best of friends. Sometimes my friends randomly show up at
events, like lacrosse games or 5k’s, and even if we haven’t seen each other in
decades, it’s like we’ve never lost a beat. These are my best besties.
I guess I cannot
participate in National Best Friend Day.
I’m a reasonably decent regular friend, but I totally suck wind as a
best friend. That’s fine with me,
because, to be completely honest, June 8th is more than National
Best Friend Day – It’s World Oceans Day, and I am very close to the beach and
the waves and the salty water and air.
Besides, it’s World Oceans
Day. WORLD. The entire damn universe’s worth of world.
I think that trumps National anything.
So, to all my besties, I’ll
meet you at the beach. We’ll celebrate
like besties should, in the best way, having the best time. It doesn’t get any better than that.
