Bean A Delicious Friend

I have not always had friends.

:'(

In fact, I was a lonely child, painfully quiet and shy, whose best buddies were the ones in books. I felt (and was) socially inept; terrified of rejection, I rarely made an attempt to reach out to others.

As I grew into my teens, the pendulum swung entirely the other way. I became quite the caterwauling extrovert, and desired for everyone to like me! like me! please! I was a puppy being fed the biscuit of love and attention I so desired; I tried too hard. Most of those teenage relationships were hilarious but shallow, many good memories made but the friendships themselves not properly tended to.

Ah, my twenties! I married Senor Sexy. Upon realizing Senor Sexypants wasn't designed for the entirety of my flaming Latin angst-y emotion volcano, I branched out. I learned to deeply love my girlfriends. 

We don't do kitty fights. We don't pull each others' weaves out. 

We can be physically and mentally tore up from the floor up, and be met with sympathetic ears, tamales, and beans (perhaps a touch of blush and eyeliner, as well).

It's cool if you wanna roll with us. Just know backbiting, gossiping, and nitpicking is not allowed, unless the nits are actually on our heads, and you are de-lousing us.

To my faithful friends:

I love you.

t.