FUBARgenre: The Genre of Fubar

My brief conversation with Jojo last night made me feel a wee bit nostalgic for times past. Change has been my most formidable foe this past year, and I find myself unwilling struggling to cope. I miss the fun. I miss the recklessness. I miss the naivety and freedom of being young.

In the spirit of things, here’s a re-post from one of my old blogs…

Ten Reasons Why I Love My Friends

1. We don’t sit around doing each other’s hair and nails. Spending 12 hours in a salon or a gym is not our idea of fun. We don’t compare vital statistics (except for our boobs - but that’s a private, tender sexual thing ) or share notes about fad diets. We don’t shop together unless it’s absolutely necessary. We don’t squeal about fashion, makeup, or perfume. We rarely talk about physical beauty, but in those rare times that we do, it is only to admire each other’s perfection (ngyahahah ). We can spend an entire day in our underwear and still feel damned good about ourselves. Simply because the social definition for beauty has no bearing in our world.
   

2. In their company, I can be completely myself — stripped of all social pretensions. In fact, I can fart, spit, or puke without thinking twice about it. I’d love to say “without fear of ridicule” here, but that’s not exactly the truth. The truth is, the ridicule is part of the package. My friends never fail to make me feel that in spite of my shortcomings, regardless of how often I make a fool of myself, I’m still completely worthy of their love. Sure, they’ll never let me hear the end of it. Sure, they’ll exaggerate the details and repeat the story to anyone who’s willing to listen. Sure, they’ll probably mock me until the day I die. But they’d love me nonetheless. This goes without saying that even if you, accidentally or intentionally (it’s still a mystery), shit in a car (thank God I didn’t, but somebody else certainly did), they still wouldn’t want to swap you for a more decent, rational creature — like say, a wild ape.
   

3. Our conversations are never dull. If you’ve never quite figured out the meaning of frenzy (the word, not the brand name), just listen to us talk.
   

4. They are intense enough to appreciate the profundities in life, yet also silly enough to celebrate its absurdities. Case in point: shitting in the car. Case in point: donaldeisms. Case in point: Bonita.
   

5. My friends are intellectuals disguised as goofy lunatics. Brilliant philosophers disguised as sarcastic comics. Dare I say “cerebral”? Nah, that’s too contrived. That’s not what they are about. My friends are secure enough in their intelligence to not call any attention to it.
   

6. My friends probably helped me save a ton of money in therapy. Not only is their support invaluable, it is also uncannily unique. To quote Neil Gaiman (who else?), “His madness keeps him sane.” — Do you get my point?
   

7. They know how to have a great time. I don’t need to elaborate, do I?
   

8. They are passionate, sexual beings. They bring out the animal in me. Our orgies are a thing for the Guinness book of world records. (Er, don’t get your hopes up, Jo. I’m referring to our mental orgies. Although a physical one is not out of the question. *wink*)
   

9. They love my Mark as much as I do (sometimes even more).
   

10. Why do I love my friends? The answer is too simple that I cannot believe I’ve ranted on and on before getting to the point. I love my friends simply because the world is a brighter place with them in it. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the ultimate understatement.