01/02/2025
Kombucha, candles, and unconditional love. I am beyond fortunate to be spending time with one of my beautiful blonde friends. Ya know what? I actually must have fairly healthy self-esteem. Why? Because many of my closest friends are stunning blondes. This particular friend is someone who always hands it to me straight up. There is zero appeasing me. She is fabulously blunt and direct, and I love how she can see right through my B.S. I trust her refusal to agree with my silly ramblings about love, life, and men. I tell her everything. Even when I don’t want to! Sometimes she just listens to my secrets BUT and then calls me out. She peels back the mask and gives it to me straight up. Then I have to say, “Whoa horsey! I need to take a moment to process !” After a minute of staring off in to space I reply, “Damn it. You’re right!!”. We are so alike in so many ways, and yet so different too. Like we will buy the same duvet cover, or candle without discussion. We have the same candles, fragrance, pictures on the wall…But she’s SO good at saving, and I’m perfectly ‘sh*teous’.
Ok. Now I’m pi**ed. I accidentally pushed the AI correct button. So I’m spending 30 minutes re-writing this. AI made me sound like a resume for a job at a government department. Please don’t accidentally push the AI assist option. I guess it helps some folk, but made me sound like English was my second language!Let me demonstrate. Sorry to digress, but my original writing went as follows:
We behave like giddy teenagers. We play dress up, and give each other fashions shows. Like 15 year olds before the school semi formal! We parade down her hallway in dresses we bought just in case Prince Charming invites us to the ball.
AI changed it to:
“We enjoy each other's company immensely, and our friendship is built on a foundation of mutual respect and trust. We often engage in playful activities, such as giving each other fashion shows, and we take great pleasure in dressing up in outfits that we have not yet worn”
(An hour later. After erasing all of the AI nonsense, and trying to remember what I actually wrote….Grrrrrrr!)
This is the friend I told my daughter to call if ever she was really worried about me. A few years ago, after a terrible break up, my daughter did call her. She came. She made me pack a bag, and she carried me off to her home and her heart, and provided me with refuge. She gave me a haven. She gave me love, warm soup, sleep, and a place to recover. She gave me a warm heart, soft pillows, and a place to laugh and cry in safety.
I love that she is so frikkin’ beautiful that she stops traffic. I love that she walks in to a room and people gasp. I love that she’s beautiful! Most of all I love that she is a friend who calls me out. I love that she makes me look at everything through a different lens. I love that she knows I’m a flawed, flakey, floofy giant sponge, but still loves me. I love that even though sometimes (often) I’ve been a complete dick (Always my fault!) she has forgiven me.
As humans, and as women, we need people in our lives who pick us up off the floor. Mates who pull us away from dangerous situations. Girls who live the ‘girl code’. Buddies who forgive our foibles.
I love you my spectacular, honest, stunning, magnificent, super model mate! AND..
Never accidentally push the AI correct button. It has literally taken me longer to make me not sound like a robot, than to write my original post! 😆💃