Only being yourself

When people indulge me in a little piece of them, a piece they know very well that I could use against them, when they come to trust—I love that. Maybe you’ll understand if I explain more.

The other day I was sitting in class next to one of my good friends. We were listening to a lecture on a topic in which to tell you the truth, I would have rather been eating worms than sitting through and I think by the looks of it so would a lot of the other students there because there were faces plastered to desktops and doodles being created in truckloads. We had been in class for 7 hours prior though and had two midterms earlier that week, so to say the least--we were fried. My friend however, was absolutely entranced—just so engaged and almost weirdly hypnotized by the presentation. At one point I wanted to ask him if he was kidding, he was so into the lecture. But before I could investigate into his genuineness, he leaned over to me, looked me straight in the eyes and whispered so very sincerely “JUST FASCINATING, right?”—and all I could do was smile. He was so into what was going on and so stimulated by the topic that you could feel it. And I was so happy that he shared that with me—VICTORY!! I know it might seem like such a simple and blasé gesture, but I love it when someone let’s you see a part of theirself that is really unique. My friend knew I could’ve given him a hard time on it, and instead he let me in on a little part of himself. So what if he likes something I happen to find unimaginably awful?? I would be bored out of my skull if every one of my friends liked exactly what I like and disliked exactly what I dislike. And anyways, I am sure that a lot of the things I like seem unimaginably boring or make me look like a complete wack-job. But what else can you do?—that’s the beauty of being an individual :)

That is one of my favorite things about friendships—when you find the differences in interests and intrigues pull you together rather than apart.