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.