[Thirty-Day Meme] - Day 07
Aug. 17th, 2010 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alliancesjrA new day, a new segment of this project. This would bring us to:
Your best friend, in great detail
Ouch. That's not going to cause any problems. I have a few people I would classify as "best friends". There's Tessa, my roommate, who travelled six hours northwest just to live with me. There's Patrick, someone I've only spoken to twice in the last two years, but who taught me a great deal about life and those who live in it. I can't miss Dayna, my lovely co-hostess and fellow geek, who I think of as a non-biological sister.
This is probably going to come as no surprise, and I may be pandering to the cliché here, but I think it's time to shed some light on a current (and hopefully, long-term) best friend in the works.
A wise man once told me that a relationship is 90% communication and 10% intimacy. He also told me that any partner in life should also always be your best friend. No secrets, no excuses; this is someone you'll hopefully spend your entire life with, so why hide anything?
I've always agreed with that, and that's how I hope to run my life. (Besides, this is my answer. Don't like it? Don't read it. Simple as that.)
I've told you all how we met and how we started dating. I think it's fortuitous that this writing project is taking place at almostour six-month anniversary her birthday Non-Specific Roughly-Celebratory Day. It's been nearly six months that I've been with her, and there has not been a single moment that I've questioned it, myself, or the situation.
Her name is the same as my mother's, which people have joked about in regards to embarassment or confusion, but she uses a nerdy nickname anyway - plus, I don't refer to my mother by her first name unless I'm talking to my younger cousins. I call her Trekkiegirl, partially to preserve her anonymity as Made of Fail grows steadily larger, and partially because it just plain suits her.
She is currently in-between schooling at the moment, having put college on hold while she works up some savings, but she wants to go back to become a linguistic anthropologist. She loves names and languages, and other obscure facts about world cultures. (She claims that she doesn't speak Klingon, but I'll catch her out one of these days.)
I've found that one of the most fun things to do with her is to hang out at a coffee shop with her brother and watch them debate philosophy. I've added my own opinions to the conversations, but it's way more interesting to just watch the two of them go at it.
My family absolutely loves her. She gets shy around people she meets for the first time, but she's known my parents long enough to open up and be herself around them. My mother in particular is always asking about her and wanting her to come over for dinner. (They have more in common than just their names; love of musicals, knowledge of Star Trek, an interest in Jewish culture...)
I'm trying to give a good description of her without gushing. It's difficult. It's been nearly six months, and there hasn't been a single day I regret. If all goes well, this will continue for a very long time.
Here's hoping.
Your best friend, in great detail
Ouch. That's not going to cause any problems. I have a few people I would classify as "best friends". There's Tessa, my roommate, who travelled six hours northwest just to live with me. There's Patrick, someone I've only spoken to twice in the last two years, but who taught me a great deal about life and those who live in it. I can't miss Dayna, my lovely co-hostess and fellow geek, who I think of as a non-biological sister.
This is probably going to come as no surprise, and I may be pandering to the cliché here, but I think it's time to shed some light on a current (and hopefully, long-term) best friend in the works.
A wise man once told me that a relationship is 90% communication and 10% intimacy. He also told me that any partner in life should also always be your best friend. No secrets, no excuses; this is someone you'll hopefully spend your entire life with, so why hide anything?
I've always agreed with that, and that's how I hope to run my life. (Besides, this is my answer. Don't like it? Don't read it. Simple as that.)
I've told you all how we met and how we started dating. I think it's fortuitous that this writing project is taking place at almost
Her name is the same as my mother's, which people have joked about in regards to embarassment or confusion, but she uses a nerdy nickname anyway - plus, I don't refer to my mother by her first name unless I'm talking to my younger cousins. I call her Trekkiegirl, partially to preserve her anonymity as Made of Fail grows steadily larger, and partially because it just plain suits her.
She is currently in-between schooling at the moment, having put college on hold while she works up some savings, but she wants to go back to become a linguistic anthropologist. She loves names and languages, and other obscure facts about world cultures. (She claims that she doesn't speak Klingon, but I'll catch her out one of these days.)
I've found that one of the most fun things to do with her is to hang out at a coffee shop with her brother and watch them debate philosophy. I've added my own opinions to the conversations, but it's way more interesting to just watch the two of them go at it.
My family absolutely loves her. She gets shy around people she meets for the first time, but she's known my parents long enough to open up and be herself around them. My mother in particular is always asking about her and wanting her to come over for dinner. (They have more in common than just their names; love of musicals, knowledge of Star Trek, an interest in Jewish culture...)
I'm trying to give a good description of her without gushing. It's difficult. It's been nearly six months, and there hasn't been a single day I regret. If all goes well, this will continue for a very long time.
Here's hoping.
