I intentionally don’t have a best friend. I don’t like the categorization. Or perhaps I have a best friend and just don’t know it:
- If all my friends were in a burning building and I could only save one, who would I choose? Is that my best friend?
- Is my best friend the person with whom I spend the most time?
- Is it the friend I enjoy spending time with the most?
- Is it the friend I think has the greatest impact on me? On the world?
- Or is it just a gut feeling when I think the phrase “best friend”?
When I think the phrase “best friend”, I feel repulsed. Not from my friends, but from the concept.
So I don’t have a best friend. Not since fifth or sixth grade, when I had a best friend with whom I fought constantly. Or maybe seventh or eighth grade, when I had a best friend with whom I fought constantly. I vividly recall making my seventh grade “best friend” cry.
Since then, my life has been more of an ensemble cast. I have friends who I love. I don’t make them cry. That’s enough.