Who would you like to talk to soon?
There comes a time in everyone’s life when the soul screams, “I need to talk to someone who doesn’t charge by the hour or judge me by my Wi-Fi speed.” That’s when friends come in—our personal cheerleaders, unofficial therapists, and walking-talking mirrors reflecting who we are and sometimes who we pretend not to be.
My friends? Oh, they’re my everything rolled into one—like a perfect combo meal but with extra sarcasm and unlimited emotional support.
They know my silence is louder than my rants, my “I’m fine” is code for “please send chocolate,” and my “I’ll call you back” is often a sleep-deprived lie. Yet, they stay. As Anne Lamott said, “Laughter is carbonated holiness.” And with friends, even our misery is bubbly.
We’ve had deep conversations at 1 AM about the universe and the probability of ghosts loving pizza. We’ve fought like siblings, then apologized with memes. We’ve celebrated birthdays with more food than guests and cried over heartbreaks as if we were auditioning for a soap opera.
One of them recently said, “Friendship is the only ship that runs on spilled secrets and still floats.” I laughed, but I couldn’t agree more.
They’re my GPS through chaos, my playlist when I’m stuck in silence, and the reality check when I start sounding too philosophical.
And I don’t know about you, but when life throws lemons, I don’t make lemonade. I call my friends, and we pelt life back with lemon tarts.
Thought to Ponder:
If therapy came with laughter, judgment-free hugs, and spontaneous plans, would we even need couches? Or would a circle of friends and some coffee be enough?
Sharon's Read And Reflect 
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