Great Friends

Sometimes, help can come from the most unexpected of places. I seem to be guided at every turn. Some friend mentions a particular event and suddenly I check and find that there's a fatal error in one of my plans. Or perhaps another friend pops out of the woodwork and then I'm like whoa! I haven't seen you in like *ages!*

One of the things I feel blessed with is having great friends. Friends who accept me for who I am, rather than what I am in relation to internalized social expectations. Nobody's perfect, and they aren't pretending to themselves that I am and that I am somehow obligated to stick to those ideals. I guess that's why they became friends in the first place. Then again, I tend to attract those who were misfits at some time, and for various reasons. While this may sound like a motley crew, and not quite glamorous, misfits are forced not to take for granted the acceptance of people in general. It probably fosters the ability to empathize with how bad things can get when one is in a very real danger of being spat on at every turn. Anyway, Thanks, Guys!