We all have those days. The ones where you think the world is crashing around you. Or when you're confronted with the idea that you can't trust the people you thought you could. Or the one's when it seems that the work will never end. And of course it is always raining on those days.
It's those days, the ones where all you want to do is shut yourself off and curl up under your comforter, that your friends matter most. The ones that will take you out to a dark neighborhood bar and force the story out of you.
As the beer flows suddenly the petty woes of who likes who, who's talking about who, of who you can trust and who you can't, don't matter anymore. Replaced by real fears, and true feelings. And there's the comfort of knowing that right then, with those people, you are completely safe from judgement. You know you can say anything.
I want to thank you, my friends, and you know who you are, for reminding me what is right and true in my life. Because nothing else matters except those you love, and who love you in return.Labels: drinking, friends |
clearly something sparked this, and you better tell me what it was, and soon. You know I'm always here for ya.