A Different Approach

I have been very stressed lately. It seems like I can't get away from the stressors that just keep popping up, one after another. Just when I think that just maybe I am catching a break, something else comes up that seeks to increase my blood pressure.

My last entry was supposed to be a long, drawn out rant, one in which I was to list everything that was contributing to the grey hair that hopefully wont show up until I'm at least 50. But I discovered that that isn't exactly what I need right now. A negative approach in my writing is not what will help improve my mood. Instead I am going to try a completely different approach. I am going to write about something positive. The positive energy that is going to flow will brighten my mood and help me better deal with the stressors I am facing.

For that reason, I am going to make this entry a tribute to my best friend M.

I am an only child, and M is not, so it might not be fair to say that I love him like a brother, because he has a brother, and I don't, so how the hell would I know what brotherly love feels like? But I do love him like a brother, and he might be the closest thing to a big brother I've ever had.

M is a few years older than me, but still he never judges me based on my age. He doesn't think that what I have going on in my life is insignificant or "nothing compared to (insert older person's bitching point here)".

As does occur in all relationships, friendship included, I have fucked up and done things that have made him angry, yet he has forgiven me every time. The same goes for me forgiving him. It just comes naturally.

I am all for balance, and some of my friends are immature. Some of them live to party and drink and fuck. M isn't like that. He brings a level of maturity to my circle of friends that is often something in which I take refuge when I can't take the immaturity anymore. I can always count on him for a legitimate conversation.

We have a tremendous amount in common. We share a common thread about which we both know a lot. And yet there are differences in our interests and activities that give rise to opportunities for him to open my eyes to things I never knew about, and for me to do the same for him.

M is my best friend, hands down. Sometimes other friends of mine try to say that they are better friends, but that shows their jealousy and insecurity. The reason I know he is my best friend is because he doesn't have to seek reassurance of that fact by putting down my other friends, he just knows it.

220/140

That would be my estimation of my average blood pressure during the last few weeks.

It just seems like day after day, stressors pop up, one after another.

Loud, obnoxious people. People who think they are above the rules. People who get special treatment. Supid formalities. It all just drives me crazy.