You know how they say people come into our lives when we need them most, and everything happens for a reason?
Well I think that's bullshit. :) Well, the second part mostly. That whole "everything happens for a reason" thing is no longer something I can buy into 100%, given the current circumstances. Someone give me a legitimate reason that cancer kills little kids or some crazed lunatic walks into an elementary school and shoots 20+ people. There is absolutely nofa king (yep, you bet your ass I did) explanation. There's no way to justify it, and there's no god damn way to make it better.
However, the part where people come into our lives when we need them most? That I buy into. I hope I tell you this often enough, but in case I don't, you have been one of the best support systems for me since my mom's diagnosis. With just one random text asking me if everything was okay, you all of a sudden became not only one of my favorite people (I'm pretty sure you held that spot before I even left Orlando to go home in the first place), but also one of the best friends I have at this moment in time, and one of the people who understands me better than anyone else.
At the dawning of this beautiful, appreciative love I developed for you (because you are a boy and you are a friend), I asked you what you would do if you were in my shoes. You were honest, and you told me what I needed to hear at that point along this "journey." When my plans changed a few weeks later after I'd thought it through and my parents convinced me I needed to go back to my life in Orlando, you never judged me. You never tried to talk me out of it, even if it wasn't the decision you necessarily would have made. What you DID was let me know, with every heartfelt and hilarious text message (that also provided my family with some much needed entertainment at just the right time when I read them aloud over and over again), that you were there. And that was the greatest thing you could have done for me.
I never could have imagined that the random employee I first met when he was working a special events shift would soon end up being such an important part of my life, someone who can always make me laugh no matter what, someone I love so much, and such a great friend. I suppose the same could be said for the supervisor who "yelled" at me for wearing my sunglasses inside, the random blonde biatch who showed up out of nowhere trying to steal my blonde thunder, or the guy who whispered just a bit too much.
BJC, I tell you regularly that I love you, but I hope you know how much I really do. You make me laugh every single day. Everything does not happen for a reason. But you coming into my life was one of the things that did. Thank you for being there for me, for being honest with me, for not beating around the bush and telling me everything is going to be just freaking swell. Thank you for listening to my stories, for telling me your stories, for being logical and understanding when I tell you I've just had a meltdown. Thank you for keeping the running mom jokes alive, and for understanding that they are not meant to be hurtful or to make fun of her in any way. Thank you for giving some of the best hugs ever. Thank you for reminding me that EVERYONE doesn't suck, and that nothing seems as hopeless if I can just find a few people that I genuinely enjoy being around and who know how to make me smile. Thank you for taking such good care of Jeremy Ant and Anthony Ant. I miss Cleo.
And thank you for loving me with all your vital organs with the exception of your small intestine. Can't win them all, I guess.
