They’re best friends.
Fictional best friends, to be sure. But best friends, none the less. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? The kind of friends who are there for you, no matter what. Through thick and thin. In good times and in bad. Friends you can always count on. Friend’s you’d go to hell and back for. Friends who know all your secrets. And you, theirs.
Which was the subject of this past Thursday’s WordPress Daily Prompt:
Finish this sentence: “My closest friend is …”
I’ve known mine for 43 years. Can you imagine? Hate to say this, but it’s probably longer than some of you have been on this earth. Or longer than you’ve been married to your spouse.
And after all these years, there’s hardly anything we haven’t been through with each other. Or know about each other. There’s no hiding.
Close as we are, though, unlike Thelma and Louise, we’ve never been on shooting sprees together. Our only crimes have been occasionally falling in love with the wrong men. I suppose we have had our fair share of Lucy and Ethel type hijinks, although nothing as hysterically funny (or silly) as the episode where they were working on an assembly line, at a chocolate factory. They were boxing chocolates. Or that’s what they were supposed to be doing.
Marilyn and I are probably more like Rhoda and Mary (Mary Tyler Moore Show), or the gals on Sex and The City. Single girls who met and bonded over failed relationships and career ambitions and family issues and shoe shopping and all manner of questions needing answers. The closer you get, the more you share, until no subject is taboo. From yeast infections to orgasms. From philandering boyfriends to walking down the aisle. From childbirth to divorce. From job interviews to glass ceilings. From apartment hunting to bikini waxing to stock tips to health issues. From pain and sorrow to indescribable joy. Ups, downs. Highs, lows. Winning, losing. Successes, failures. Decision and indecision.
You go on trips together, meet for coffee, have drinks, go clubbing and get together for countless brunches, lunches and dinners. Like with all relationships you have your disagreements. But it always works out in the end.
There are thousands of quotes about friendship. I know because I just spent almost two hours reading through them. Or at least a lot of them. And, for the most part, they echo my sentiments. But after all is said and done, after all the shared moments and experiences … after all the conversations and discussions and soul-searching and advice … after all the options are laid out on the table and picked apart … after all the fun and games and laughter and tears, this one, by Gloria Naylor seems to sum up my relationship with my closest friend:
“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.”