So, I'm pretty sure I've already wrote about friends on this blog, but as a fifteen year old girl with not much else to do in the middle of March, one runs outs of things to write about. So calm down.
Today was a pretty good day. It had nothing to do with the skiing (meh), for once. Well, it had nothing to do with the racing for once. After our race, my coach took two other girls and I out to ski while we waited for the boys to finish their race at Okemo. And it was great. There really aren't any other words to describe that perfect skiing experience. The really fun thing about it were the chairlift rides when I couldn't stop laughing, and there were no awkward silences or glares. Because while I don't really know any of the parties who were on the chairlift extremely well, it was just the timing. Because life was happening, and I was participating, the sun was shining, the snow was good, the company was perfect, and the mountain was infinite.
This weekend wasn't such a great one for me, racing wise. But it was okay, because I found a new friend. Well, not exactly a new friend, but a really nice person, who when I hit him, he hit right back. Scarily, he reminded me of my brother in more ways than one. Because, after I got disqualified on my first run, I sat at the bottom of the course with him laughing at everyone, and how funny people looked. He even gave me a piggy back ride, and my crappy day turned into an adventure.
When I was about ten, my dad told me that it's not the destination that makes a trip, it's the people. I, being the sarcastic and annoying ten year old that I was, gave him a look and a "huh?" But the more that I think about it, the more that I realize he's right. Because every time that I've been in a bad place, it's been my friends who've brought me back. And I do the same for them, because that's what you do for a friend. The other day, my friend came over to her house and told me this story about her boyfriend, in which she had spent, like, years searching for the pair of shoes he wanted. And I asked her why she did all these things for him, and she looked me straight in the eyes, with no hesitation, and told me "because that's what you do when you love somebody." And that really stuck with me.
I got my really close friend a pair of earrings for her birthday, and she was really happy to get them. When I told my mom about it, and how excited I was that I'd made someone that happy, she was all grumpy, and said, "Well she isn't going to get you anything for your birthday." The thing is, I already knew that. And I still spent the twenty bucks on the earrings, and I still took a while to make that card, and I still took even longer to write the message on the card. Because I really love this girl, and she really deserved those earrings. I also realized that I don't even want anything from her for my birthday, because seeing how happy she was, was good enough for me.
I love the people who make my life so fun, because I have a really fun life. I love the friends who tolerate me on my best days and my worst days, I love the friends who will do weird accents to make fake cooking shows with me. I love the friends who let me be myself, with no judgement. There really is no way to get through life without friends.
Another thing my dad told me was, "Someday, I really hope we can be friends. Because I really love you." And though I would never directly tell him this, there is nothing I'd like more than to be his friend. Because I really love him too.
"This isn't sometimes, Yeah it's for always.
I'm gonna love you with all my heart"
"Sometimes, people make the world move, walking in their own shoes, and fill my world with hope again, hope again.
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