I Hope if I Live to 89 I Can Live With My BFF
I hope when I'm 89 I can live with my Best Friend Forever. Except, do guys have BFFs? When I did an image search for best friends, most of the photos that popped up were images of young women hanging out, smiling and having a good time with a friend. I ask because I saw an article on Diply that talked about two 89 year old women who had been BFFs since they were 11, and how they're both now loving living in the same nursing home together.
The Diply article talked about how Kathleen and Olive met in school, bonded over playing games and teasing boys, and how even if they've spent time apart they can pick up like nothing ever happened. If that's the criteria for a best friend, I may have two or three close friends in my life that could qualify for the role. And that's not counting my wife.
If there's anyone that is truly my best friend it is my wife. She puts up with my crap and knows what buttons to push to get my goat. But she's also the person I have the most fun with. We love our movies, TV shows, inside jokes, political discussions and goofy conversations. Like a discussion we recently had that devolved into quoting lines from Weird Al Yankovic's "Albuquerque". (Look that song up you won't be disappointed.) She's my human. The person I'm supposed to be with. It feels right, good and comfortable. Even when she's shooting daggers at me with her eyes.
Ok, what if we disqualify spouses from being BFFs? Which seems like a bad idea really. I mean wouldn't you want to be married to you best friend?
If we do that, at this point I'm at a loss. Because I'm not friends with many people I knew when I was 11.
What I do have is a group of guys that I knew in grade school and high school. There's Bill, Tom, Jeff, Chris, Steve and Dave. Most of us went to at least part of grammar school together, and we all shared more or less the same high school experience. I love these guys.
We get together a few times a year and enjoy some beer, pizza, and good conversation. We push each others buttons. Talk about movies. Music. What's going on with our families. Politics. Life. Notice the similarity to the relationship with my wife?
Here's the thing. I don't wanna live with any of these guys when I'm 89. I'll meet them at McDonald's for a senior priced coffee and whatever McDonald's is calling a danish in 2061. But no, I think we'd drive each other nuts.
My wife on the other hand, she's the BFF that I want to live with I'm 89. I'm sure she'll still make me laugh, push my buttons, and shoot daggers at me with her eyes when I say something inappropriate. And I wouldn't have it any other way. She's my human. My honey bunny. The person I'm most comfortable with.