I Get By With A Little Help

One thing I’ve learned since graduating college is that no one can pick your friends for you. You have to actively chose who you surround yourself with since you don’t have things like classes or study hall to make it easier to maintain relationships. Since you’re no longer granted the gift of convenience you have to figure down the type of people you want to keep around. Pick your own tribe, so to speak. 

“Friends/How many of us have them?”

The song Friends  by the Whodini posed a valid question in 1984 that I’ve been thinking more and more about lately. What constitutes a good friend? Do I have them? Would I be considered one?

This may come as a surprise to some (more likely none) of you, but I’m a hot damn mess. 80% of the time I know what’s good for me so I do the opposite. Okay, so it’s probably closer to 40-60 but the point is, I’ve realized I need to surround myself with people who are with me for that 40.

I had a bit of a rough go of it the past week or so and I reached out to a number of people about it. Some ignored me, some sent pity texts, but a few went above and beyond. So this is for the person who let me cry in their car, the person who came over with Ben & Jerry’s no questions asked, the person who helped me analyze text arguments until 2 am, the person who always picks up the phone no matter how late. Sometimes it’s my turn, other times it will be theirs but there’s comfort in realizing you’re around people who love you for no other reason than the fact that you exist and vice versa.

I truly don’t know what I’d do without them in my life, and I don’t plan on finding out.

xo, Ty

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