Since my last blogs have been kinda sad, I figured I would write about something good: best friends! My best freinds are crazy, but they're awesome!
Madeline is the seemingly innocent one, but really she's the devil's helper (that's what we call her). She is innocent in some ways (like not getting our dirty jokes) but for the most part she's just crazy! I always get in trouble when I'm with her. We've had the police called on us for trying to get a dog at the Human Shelter a home (so we made a pact never to purposely help anyone ever again), we've chased a cow in her yard, we've trespassed on private property and found a hidden prison place in the woods, we broke my trampoline net by swinging on the poles and then we broke hers by throwing her little brother against it (as hard as we could of course), we've been caught on her roof by her 7 year old neighbor, we've swung from her stairway balcony by a blanket, we've been chased down a hill by bloodthirsty horseflies, almost attacked by her aunt's lab dog when we snuck into her yard late at night, snuck onto a rich doctor's building spot for his house and spied on the workers, attacked by her other aunt's chihuahuas multiple times when we tried to steal candy from her house, and the list goes on and on. I'm lucky to still be alive after having Madeline as a friend!
Next is Caroline. We've only known her a few years, but she definitely fit into our group. She's crazy and loud just like the rest of us. She puts up with all of us, like when we pushed her off a ledge (on accident!), or when we make her sit at the end of the row at the movies because she didn't call a seat. She can be friends with anyone, because she only sees the good in people. For the slutty girls she says, "Well one time she tied my shoe!" or for the delinquent guys she says, "They told me a really funny joke once!" We tell her she's not a very good judge of character, and that she could find the good in a rapist/murderer/bad guy. She's the nicest one out of all of us and usually goes along with whatever we say. Most people think she's quiet, but she goes berserk when we're all alone. Everyone has a hidden side right?
Then there's Virginia. Where do I begin? She's the loudest, craziest person you'll ever meet. She's our crack monkey (not literally for all you people out there who take everything seriously). She's always super hyper and up for anything. We've chunked orbies at the road to watch them explode, and we've been hung upside down numerous times from a rope swing at a lake in her neighborhood. She's friends with everyone; that means the super popular jocks and the super lame band kids. All the guys like her, and she has a hard time deciding who she likes. She's usually who I go to with guy problems cause she gives the best answers! My life would be alot quieter without her!
Finally, there's Cara. Cara is very hard to put into words. She's...unique. That's the best word for her, and that doesn't even begin to describe her. Cara has her own style, and she definitely does NOT care what anyone else thinks (she has moose poop earrings). One of her favorite things to say? "I am a free spirit! Public education does not own me!" It may sound hippy, but it really isn't! It's just how she is! She's crazy and outrageous and she wouldn't be Cara if it was any other way. Sometimes we would lay on her ping pong table with the music blaring and screaming dramatically when a ping pong ball fell off the table (or the cliff as we imagined it). Other times we would do dumb dares like the cinnamon challenge (before it was cool), or holding ice and salt in our hands for 2 minutes (which by the way causes very bad burns), or laying on the floor squirting lemon juice in our, screaming from the pain, and then doing it again just for the fun of it. We call dibs on every single cute guy we see. She has Taylor Lautner (and billions of other gorgeous guys), and I have Ryan Reynolds (along with some other majorly cute guys). We like to tell guys, "Your butt fills in those pants real nice!" and get in fights with girls who throw basketballs at us. We meet lots of drop-dead gorgeous guys and never see them again, and then we complain about it for a few days. We make up nicknames (sometimes mean ones) for people who are jerks to us. Fadam was a jerk to us. She likes to lay on the floor screaming my name because she misses me so much (don't deny it). We're the fearless (insert choice word here) who start the claps at asssemblies, and the last ones to finish clapping. We have too many inside jokes to even begin to write about. She's Cara and that's who she'll always be!
I really don't think this puts my best friends into words, but it's the best I can do! There's no one else like them and there never will be!
Shoutout to Cara for making me write this in one hour this late at night! It probably has a ton of typos so sorry! You owe me guh!
Why is all this the "norm" though? Why are all of us expected to go down the same path? Haven't our parents taught us to be our own person? We have been told to not care what others think of us. We should do what we really love and not go with the flow. We shouldn't be influenced by what others tell us to do. And yet, our parents still push us to do things that aren't what we really like. They question our clothing style, whether it be t-shirts and shorts, sweaters and jeans, or tank-tops and skirts. They tell us what they want us to wear. They move us to new homes and expect us to fit right in. They push all these new things onto us, like what school activities we should get involved in, what church groups we should attend, what classes we should take in order to get chances to go to great colleges. I understand that parents believe they have our best interests at heart, and I am not trying to talk bad about them. But when have they really stopped to ask us what we truly want to do with our lives? Usually you hear the commonly asked questions, "Where do you want to go to college?" and, "What job do you want when you graduate?". What would they say if we said we didn't want to go to college? What if we shocked them by leaving our little town, or leaving our state? We might even leave the country to travel. Or possibly we just want to work at a local mechanic shop. What would they say to these actions? To have your child do just as you ask for 18 years of their life, and then they just get up and leave. They move out. They don't go down the path that was planned for them. For some reason all of this causes distress in the generations before us. Do they not remember the need they had to get out and make a life for themselves? Is that not what our ancestors wanted? They left their homes and families. They took a chance and went along the less traveled path. They were afraid, but they were more afraid of what would happen if they never took a stand in their lives.
We want to get out in the world and prove that we have a place here. We aren't going to let big cities scare us; we'll take a chance. We won't merely overpass the little towns; we'll stop and see what there is to offer. We plan to make lives for ourselves and enjoy life and take every chance we can. We want every experience we could possibly have. We are determined to not let the ideals of others take control of us. We will show the world that what was once the "norm" is not our only option. We will take our stand and not be forgotten. In the end, we want no regrets and we want to be remembered. Isn't that what we all really want?
